This is a song about "Disc"

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

500 miles push on the disc brake

Way to much right here is at stake

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

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

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

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

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

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

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

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest