This is a song about "Farm equipment"

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

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

A mind uplifted with rhyme equipment

If you feel it, it must be real just

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

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

Ain't no fathers but the skinny niggas tryna hit their daughters

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

Stood out like pootie tang

Raising mutants on a farm.

Left me at the farm with strangers

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers