This is a song about "Farm stuff"

Have to leave without your stuff

All we need is convienient love

Outgrown clothing need to purchase summery stuff

And i ain't never plan to be famous

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

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

Punchin stuff just dont get through

This nation's peace sent here to run you

No more showering you with stuff,

So if it's true '12 couldn't come fast enough

And i need you to show me love

He's the one doing his stuff

Stuff you can't extinguish,

Arrogant when i finish

The richest place on earth

Left me at the farm with strangers