This is a song about "Lewsey farm"

He lying i’m on papers

Left me at the farm with strangers

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

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

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

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Raising mutants on a farm.

When you took my hand up so calm