This is a song about "Soil erosion"

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil

You have laid your footprint in the soil

Smoking a fattie doob from the soil of chernobyl

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

The golden roman, an omen caused erosion

My rapping made you soil

My balls get lubed in oil

Treat a broad outside like i got five thou when i'm out y'all know i don't reach

Erosion flow from the ocean, so i'm posting up on a beach

Like an explosion, erosion, you need some healing lotion,

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The more small people at your door like please can i receive

My soil struck and it produced deadly live stream and ajna eye beams