This is a song about "The farm"

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Saw the bombs on the news

Duck duck, say goose

As the king upon the throne

She wanna be grown

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

Raising mutants on a farm.

This rapping is just a charm

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

And i can see us after school, we'd bomb

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Hold up, i used to run powers and draws

The more battles the better the flows

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes