This is a song about "Golf and bitches"

And i'll show you all type of bitches

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

She suckin and swallow man bitches are hallow

Scarface, say i got that montana flow

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Bitches see me and think its so surreal

Look around, fool, got a wall full of plaques

Well bitches stop flurring, eat chips and relax

Turn around and then you flip your hair

All these bitches stop and stare

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

Got them thugs with me, yeah, we about that business

Screw a chick, go outside and give the coupe a kiss

Than i drop the fucker and leave you broke ass bitches,

Should come with me to get your salad tossed

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault