Tyler, The Creator announced his Golf Media app earlier this year, and it’s been going strong ever since. One aspect that has seemingly been M.I.A. since the announcement, however, is the magazine portion. That changed over the last week or so as subscribers began to receive their issues of GOLF BOOK, which you can see above. Numerous parts of the magazine have made their way online since, but his write-up regarding Death Grips might just be the best of it.

Speaking about the day he discovered Death Grips to the point in which he became infatuated, the brief mini-essay is predictably entertaining. According to Tyler Death Grips’ music has the power to compel someone to build a trampoline in less than twenty minutes, and is definitely not the type of music you want to listen to while driving. Read what he had to say about Death Grips below.

Summer had just started. I’d decided to buy a trampoline for my room and some mini kayaks for my pool. I’m in my room about to set up the trampoline, and on a related video on YouTube I read, Death Grips – Guillotine (Live). I’ve had people tell me about them and blah blah, and I never really gave them a chance. I click it. First 30 seconds, I’m like “OK, fuck, I’m getting bored.” By 55 seconds, I am fully in. The skinny black guy on stage with the beard that kind of reminds you of one those homeless people you see with a Starbucks cup… ended up being the coolest shit I’ve ever seen. I don’t know what it was, but for the next two hours, I sat there clicking every single video, link, article, website that had anything to do with MC Ride and Zach Hill. I put on the Exmilitary mixtape and Lionel and I put together a full trampoline in 17 minutes. That’s when I realized that Death Grips was my meth. I put that on and I can anything and do it efficient as fuck. With that being said, DO NOT LISTEN TO DEATH GRIPS WHILE DRIVING A FAST CAR WITH YOUR POWER MECHANICS BUTTON ON AND YOUR TIRE TRACTION OFF. Nico, Travis and I legit almost died because I decided to put on Stockton and burn rubber at a red light, which resulted into my car spinning out down a street at 60, 70 miles per hour at an intersection in Los Angeles around 2:45 on a school ay. Not one scratch, no one hurt, not one car touched. I don’t know what it was, but it led me to believe that I had a grip on death (sorry, I had to say that).

Check out the image that was originally posted on the Death Grips sub-Reddit here.