This is a song about "Golf clubs"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

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

Do it with no effort, now lets effin' celebrate

Joining clubs in highschool so they can debate

Niggas be telling me how you make niggas in the strip clubs cum in frequent

Waiting on mom to bring me the aspirin from a trampoline jump

Im making hits about this and in clubs hoes be shaking it

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

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

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

While she blame mesecrets in tha dark

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

As they pass through the glass of my neighbors five deep

From the streets of nyc to clubs playing the beat

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