This is a song about "Farming"

Im fadded bring me 3 more bottles tryna hit the room with this bad lil model

Beside these culture vultures i'm a supermodel because i never topple

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

From ireland but i'll land, running

I'm hot like the backlash backdraft from sugar packets packed with anthrax

But on the other hand i don't understand why you got other plans

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Left me at the farm with strangers

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Wu tang creeper, dairy with the creamer

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Mix a little syrup, it ain't no way to cure him

Gotta be a way to sort the operation.