This is a song about "Golf problems"

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Lets just say i had problems

Don’t let me talk about the deal ones

Like it might solve their problems

Cause my mother let me do what i want

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault

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

Let's have a toast for this new love

Everybody have's small problems

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

Girl problems? talk it out. guy problems? shotgun out!

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

We pay for lottery tickets, problems in disappearance

With no problems to tell

The twin towers fell