This is a song about "Golf"

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault

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

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

The vacancy that sat in my heart

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Cause what is love if you ain't discover love at heart

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

When you can't make a hit even on a golf range

I am the one ...i am above the law out playin golf wid the judge,

Be beside, lord, just give the right to desire or admire such