This is a song about "Potatoe farm"

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Raising mutants on a farm.

Bet the farm on the rhyme for the sake of my mom

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

Left me at the farm with strangers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

A living situation of animal farm with a learning curve

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

I cook beef on this state-farm, how are you doing? i'm mayhem!