This is a song about "Farm"

Tats no dey for my arm

Raising mutants on a farm.

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Just fresh out of the ashes it's a detroit fucking classic from when

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Left me at the farm with strangers

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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