This is a song about "Golf clubs"

//where do y'all see me? not at the clubs, yo

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

Crossed them powers or devoured in a heartbeat

Some go to country clubs, while others grub, drown at liquor stores,

Flyer than the rest of ‘em, i hold the beat to reinforce

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

I like hoes that like poles in clean clubs

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

For the most part those blocks get bogart

Wanna stunt shit, all that new designer shit

Cause it’ll part the red c on your clubs fitted