This is a song about "Pine lawn"

You get money from mowin-the lawn

Look, by the end of this song

And i'm the type of muhfucka that'll share you, shoot

Tied to the pine, with already a broken spine, your screwed

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

Will grow a few stalks, quality mushrooms on your lawn...

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

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Cuz you f-frontin and f-fakin its just plain wrong

I mow wannabes down like a lawn

Stay my mind hazy blazing tastey pine

Ball out, ball hard, you can't cause it's rent time

Only time you've seen green is when you mow your lawn

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone