This is a song about "Turf"

Girth as it turns into ur turf, two pints of punchline will do just fine

Easy baby. you the bomb and all, but i be damned if i do not land mine

You in my neighborhood they'd drive-by for steppin' on turf,

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

Watching my homie died try to get turf

You little young-ass motherfuckers

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

My turf, strong nerve, never on the reverse, stay rehearsed or cursed,

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

Human race conquered the earth, as if they are entering a turf

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

And i just love your flashy ways

She got toe but im not talking turf,

When they twist and talk with they fingers