This is a song about "Mowing the lawn"

Cause i'm thinking me and you could get along

You get money from mowin-the lawn

Wayne told me that and that's just how it goes

The more battles the better the flows

Snappin bingers on my lawn, we can blaze all day (hugh?)/

I'm trend-setting, despite of an awful debut

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

Well in that case, brother, then love her hard

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

In this rusty cunt, that won a cup in collectin' dust

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

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

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong