This is a song about "Mow the lawn fatman"

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

At the lawn, till dawn, to see you respawn,

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

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

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

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

And i can't do it anymore, i'm tired of always not being first

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

I mow wannabes down like a lawn

Now that you’re gone, gone, gone

You get money from mowin-the lawn

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone