This is a song about "Golf course"

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

See, involvin' yourself is to be a part

Alcohol and booty calls

Not drugs but the coin of course

I'm singin poems for supporters of my songs

Now i got heart crushed again of course

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

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

And i'mma be honest she's the fliest here

Music is my first, but i contemplate divorce

I ain't slowin' down, i'm goin' 'round the obstacle course,

This for my niggas that really rap hard

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

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

A-t-l they know my name, magic city throw some change