This is a song about "Tiger woods on the course"

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Bars crazy of course i'm living the dream

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

But still i hear rustles in the woods and i think it's the police emerging,

You're the appetizer, i'm the main course and the garnish.

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Full course meal ingesting the pain

They calling me the hottest in the game

Y'all boutta fall off the course from trying to stay on the track

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

Constantly changing the course so i'm crashing my collection

Walk of with whatever i have including the phalanges of course

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers