This is a song about "Golf the masters"

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

Yeahpour out a little liquor for your homies nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

A working genius, a work of art

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

You can produce those masterpieces,im smashing masters and visa's while you acting diva

So im saying sorry now for all the bad shit ive said , its not an excuse i was a

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

#pitiful rappers attackin the masters, givin me reason to feed my murderous tendencies

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice