This is a song about "Disc"

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

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

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

So the right to have these women, i'm entitled to their interest

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

Is you a fiend now, nigga? catch a gleamed bullet

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

500 miles push on the disc brake

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

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

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

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