This is a song about "Lumbar herniated disc"

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

Man i saved the rap game, you eject the disc before it saved.

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Buy my disc off the shelf, once i put one in it,

500 miles push on the disc brake

I feel good, i look great

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I got yals names on my dj's disc thats why i keep scratching

You could be doe jane or bane, ain't no track disc this train don't fit

Ask too many questions about the stars and earth shit

You have to take a year just to write a line to put on a disc

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Like a lumbar puncture straight to the throat.

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

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