This is a song about "My turf"

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

I spit that garden of game, look at the hoes on him

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex

Rap has left me just astounded, then it leaves me so confused,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

This is my original, my validation

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Watching my homie died try to get turf

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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