This is a song about "Farm"

Raising mutants on a farm.

No tats dey for my arm

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

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

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

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

Talking of the gods you serve

Left me at the farm with strangers