This is a song about "Golf and bitches"

Now i play the roosevelt and i cop rose

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

That's fake, how you rag on the "haters", fags, and bitches,

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

And bad bitches give me head and tell

True player, cory mo cold as hell

And when the day end im chilling with three bad bitches

The tooth fairy blow me, swallow don't shit this

Of bad bitches and good tree

I'd done stacked many

Her own family and those backstabbing bitches

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

All these bitches stop and stare

Pretty girls, sunshine in the air

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts