This is a song about "Mowing the lawn"

Huh, a metaphor of course

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

That he felt when he dealt with the physiological phase

Miami nights, ain't another one

The bigger the the fun

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

'til it's like a mile long

I mow wannabes down like a lawn

Notice me for who i am, going headstrong as a determined ram. no capacity for

Reminiscent of hova feminists hover around me 'cause i kill women with a lawn mower/