This is a song about "Mow the lawn fatman"

Shoutout yo baby momma, that bitch is sorta fine

Saying, "please give me some mow," not putting too much time

Than a new song im on the grass so i'm on the lawn

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Be the lion of the zoo be the glue of the bottle be the air of the world,

J cole, don trip, drake, big sean

I mow wannabes down like a lawn

So now i say goodbye to the old me, it's already gone

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

But ma voice sounds like a cat's mow ,so i'm told

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

All my shit designeri fucked your bitch in versace, nigga