This is a song about "Farm equipment"

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

Only her and i knownow i'm sitten' in tha state pen

Raising mutants on a farm.

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Left me at the farm with strangers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

A mind uplifted with rhyme equipment

If you feel it, it must be real just

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

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

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb