This is a song about "Disc herniation"

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

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

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

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

Wicked ambition go give this shit a coroner visit

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

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

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

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

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

Hold up, wait, these nikes don't got no date

500 miles push on the disc brake