This is a song about "Mowing the lawn"

I bring the heat like the

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

The more battles the better the flows

"listen to the track bitch!" echoes

And i got a foot fetish, so i probably have sex with your toes

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

And you'll probably lose your mind tryna save face

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

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

I mow wannabes down like a lawn

Smoking 100 dollar worth of strong

Liu kang the way i kick it, bumping wu tang

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

So now she picks up the gun

The bigger the the fun