This is a song about "All terrain"

Fans catch us on animal planet, tracking hoes

Family all around, all highs no lows

Now we must stand tall

But i can't take it all

All a futility,

I came up hungry

We’re all over here, their all over there,

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

We all understand what it all means

I domain over your terrain, then stop! kick you off, pull out my cock,

With their own versions and different shitthe same night i prayed to god

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

Better have your colors right when cuz this gang terrain/

Gave it all up, laid it all down

I'mma catch you next time around