This is a song about "Cut my grass"

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Cut 'em in half half way to the gymnasium with my axe

My words cut through like my tongue is a machete,

Must be something you want me to see

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I smoke a fat pound of grass and fall on my ass

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

My lazy ass don't blaze the grass and drink whole bottles,

It was a power cut, well, it was a power cut too in my brain

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

They all snakes in the grass

Cause you're most likely to crash

Going through my overcraft, ride around the over grass

I was watching, remote pleaseniggas want what they can't have

Early adapters agree they all late

Finally i got a break and cut my first plate.