This is a song about "Graffiti marking territory"

Doing my graffiti art, or even wearing my style

So i'm hurting. me effort is apparent she not fertile

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Didn't expect this shit or believed in zombies invading.. my territory

Im marking my targets, i better explain to twain/

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

My territory installed in

Stand up misses i love your ambition

Lemme see them big titties, don't be actin' sadidy you're not pretty

Graffiti exist everywhere in my hoods placement,projects made to be

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

Get in my territory you will get beaten/

And see outside the seething crime revealed in those graffiti designs

Why these broads hear my late call, start rushin' over runnin' lights

My territory you're making elvis turn gay, hey! and i'm not afraid

So play this shit while you contemplate, contemplate, contemplate