This is a song about "Farm stuff"

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

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

No more showering you with stuff,

We don't ever make love

That would be enough

He's the one doing his stuff

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

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

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

I fear i'mma have to burn this stuff

Together all the timethought it was true love

If u get caught and cuffed/drop that stuff

Cause when i make this stew

Punchin stuff just dont get through