This is a song about "Golfing and banging sluts"

Where im from theres addicts, sluts, nd thugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

But i never knew how that made me lesser than sluts and mutts,

Have you seen ibiza with beaches that look like eva with d cups

Hands and feet i'm securing, eating you alive i'm wolfing, i'm on par but i ain't golfing

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Roast to dusk, i don't give two fucks like cloned celibate sluts

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

I'm running amok in a village of villians and sluts

And finally, everyone got their own problems

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

After them sluts are thrashed call the next few up and bring em while these are leaving

I hope you hit me by 3, i'm incoherent by the evening

I got that that banging heat headband

The faker they shakin' my hand