This is a song about "Nigger golf"

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

Lil nigger- you think pricks like a gold digger you're told

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Not a nigger, not a blood, never been witht the crips,

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

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

On, thanksgiving we thankful, just for livin in helldamn homey, i don't mean to be harsh

Feeling ripped off, like ya went to college and majored in professional disc golf

Ocean teal nigger in his cargo's/

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

They say this media changed, these verses gettin strange

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

I got a spot for us all, so we can ball, at thug's mansion

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Play with life like a game, so i'm a nigger with my own spinner