This is a song about "Par jot s triple club"

The cool say i'm thug

Talking about fight club,

Triple white ferrari yeah thats the easter bunny

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

I write a lot and satan tallies every rhymes i jot

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

Nah, man your rhymes just seem below par.

The hotels we staying in twelve star

I'm getting the hole in one, you bogeys'll never par.

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Letting the melody synch while i jot

We charging you niggas up you like it or not