This is a song about "Mowing the lawn"

Fuck for a hour then im gone,chop shit up im mowing the lawn,

She told me that the radio's been playing the same song all day long

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

Hear these critics talking now, when i see'em open face

Cause the sound lasts longer, bass drummer song

I mow wannabes down like a lawn

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Got all the black bitches mad cause my main bitch vanilla

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

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

Only time you've seen green is when you mow your lawn

Conversations on the phone til the break of dawn

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

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

I know my calling's worth like phone card