This is a song about "Golf grandpa"

I'd rather have me no job than no heart

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

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

I grabbed the ak, my homie took the 12 gauge

If you thought it, it better be what you want

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

See, the love is gone with one another, it's hard

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

Grandpa or grandma, not my auntie or my favorite cousin

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

Grandpa. i remember grandpa. we turned his life support off like a camera.