This is a song about "Golf chain"

Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

On the slow jam of love

Champagne no chain no diamonds

Spit it sick and rip it up, don't need your dang chain,

Ignore cus she mad again, then i hit her back again

This great pain, feels like im captured-attached to a chain

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

See, welcome to fame where most of us is gon' change

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

The life of a criminal, living on a chain

Then i wait for them days to turn good again

Chain got the same swag that the faggots bring

Light skinned women, all sex everything