This is a song about "Rural commodities"

Rural trailer parks, suburban apartments, they're feeding ya,

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Rural southern trailer parks, single mothers with kids,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

With useless anomalies adopting metonymies as commodities

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze