This is a song about "Golf wang"

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

While half my mental belongs in a cage

Went thru my phone saw a text, and then she wrote her a message

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

This isnt golf this is a blisterin' assault

Manahattan and 40/40, no 40’s but rose poured

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

So much green my new car should be a golf cart

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

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