This is a song about "Farm fresh butter"

Um tom frazier, new lebron haters

Left me at the farm with strangers

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong

Enouph i still feel fresh

Dc has never seen such progress

Raising mutants on a farm.

This rapping is just a charm

Wale, d.c. thats me, huh

You should call me fresh stella

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Making this butter off these bloodsuckers

Stomach rumbles low, never stole the dough and butter

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

Valerie’s legs would spread as often as butter