This is a song about "Disc herniation"

I can tell you that this tape

500 miles push on the disc brake

You have to take a year just to write a line to put on a disc

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list

They see me in that lavender tank, you'd rather just faint

Man i saved the rap game, you eject the disc before it saved.

Buy my disc off the shelf, once i put one in it,

The next day you is everybody target

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf