This is a song about "Golf problems"

Lately been writing poems

Lets just say i had problems

When he see the jugs he will wanna rush to get a quick touch

I am the one ...i am above the law out playin golf wid the judge,

I found a solution to all my stress and problems/

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

The vacancy that sat in my heart

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Don't get me wrong, they always had problems

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Everybody have's small problems

Like it might solve their problems

On the slow jam of love