This is a song about "The farm"

X's and o's, you must be the rose

The more battles the better the flows

As the tao converted the thief

As much as i wanna leave

Saw the bombs on the news

With women with issues

Thinkin of the the dreams

I'm why baby mommas leave

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

The game plan, the game plan

Drop top on this thang

I got stacks all in my charm

Raising mutants on a farm.

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

How you niggas pimpin if you spendin on vagina