This is a song about "Golf and swag"

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

She got a nice swag, and the apple bottom like that apple like mac

I style on new york, pile up my fork

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

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

New orleans, swag, wild style, foul child, suckers,

While i'm making history

You be rocken swag like shitty