This is a song about "Pine lawn"

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Keep it moving with the pine, yeah its my time to shine

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

You get money from mowin-the lawn

For tryin' to communicate through a song

So i'm going to need some help, on this next part

Round the world you better call me the lawn dart

I ain't ever ask for nothing to make it right here

A pine box, closed casket and mommy's black dress is real

Pay a whole semester in a motherfucking song

Than a new song im on the grass so i'm on the lawn

The very next day i see her with another brother/damn i starting rushing to her

Reminiscent of hova feminists hover around me 'cause i kill women with a lawn mower/

We buy out stores till its all too gone

I mow wannabes down like a lawn