This is a song about "Golf the masters"

Opening up a new rap chapter, we're the twin masters

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

So superb but how am i eating your bars if this rap is getting you served

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

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

Mr. underdog and this is not a bark

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

Peep gamedon't let the money make you change

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

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

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