This is a song about "My turf"

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

Human race conquered the earth, as if they are entering a turf

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Human race conquered the earth, as if they are entering a turf

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

I miss the better days

All this flow that i give em, i live by the code and i'll leave her

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

Girth as it turns into ur turf, two pints of punchline will do just fine

Now i'm the young one with the 9 ready to put in my time