This is a song about "Mowing the lawn"

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

Yea, obie tricepour out a lil' liquor nigga

The water from the past is the same water in the present

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

These rappers will tell you how green their lawn stay, but twist the hose,

Two big faces on my wrist, boy i got a couple those

December 4th a star was born

You get money from mowin-the lawn

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

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

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

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