This is a song about "Marsh farm"

Left me at the farm with strangers

He lying i’m on papers

Tho' memories fadei got your name tated on my arm

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

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

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

I verbally murder y'all like marsh, but y'all are mellow

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

Screw north west, i’m moving down to the south park, call me stan marsh/

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

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

Raising mutants on a farm.

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john