This is a song about "Farm"

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

Left me at the farm with strangers

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

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

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

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

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Raising mutants on a farm.