This is a song about "Farm equipment"

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

A mind uplifted with rhyme equipment

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

Left me at the farm with strangers

Let's enjoy our younger years

Sometimes we overlook the fact that we be ridin' hard on our sisters

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Raising mutants on a farm.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

I cook beef on this state-farm, how are you doing? i'm mayhem!