This is a song about "Lawn care"

They be like where

But we don't really care

They acting like i care

Hey, you right there

And spit it the way i do simp-a-ly because i like this song

Fuck for a hour then im gone,chop shit up im mowing the lawn,

Day and night are my 'posites rare

I'm sprung and i don't care

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

We slept on the lawn, together, when the weather was warm

And my bank account look just like a phone card

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

Escapin foster care.

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

I don't care any more about spelling i care about ass kicking

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing