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

And double to triple

Ok just listen up a little

Some niggas ain't got no luck

Braggin in the night club,

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

You done put two of america's most wanted in the same

Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot

On the top, was my pops, my momma screamin stop

Nigga i'm a hundred miles far

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

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

When i step up out the maserati car

So when kendrick lamar says we not up to par