This is a song about "Farm desert cut"

Testing bombs, you really think it's different from desert storm?

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Left me at the farm with strangers

Coroners comfort your mama

But study in the desert oui , the

What's what, whos buzz was cut,

She was the queen of the club

But i ain’t jacking, i’m chasing dreams

Cut me like bacon i'll cut you up like leeks