This is a song about "Golf brings me joy"

Never tell em bend over i just make em’ take a bow

Everyday that i miss you it brings back the woe.

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

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

Out of control, and suck the joy out of them both,

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

With joy a feeling they hadn't has for so long.

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

To become a demon, reamin joy from everybody,

Deflect what the weather brings

I’m so fly i don’t even got wings

But, i'm chasing my dream here, trying to see what life brings

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

I look into her eyes and it brings me joy

Ain't like my job or guys i employ