This is a song about "Farm desert cut"

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Slow sink, can't breath, no remorse, dont think

Stuck on a desert road deserted and famished

But pussy and patron will make you feel alright

You know i wont desert you, we stick to each others side,

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Bueller dwells, but i cut school to cut screws through a weld.

That i can't win, so i'm invitin' some help

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Told me not to cut corners, use to cut quarters

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters