This is a song about "Golf the masters"

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

Cassidys in disses to teach me to eat the masters to pieces

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Yeahehehehe nigga, we be the ballin player-ass nigga

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

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

I always judge a book by the cover, never the page

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first