This is a song about "Turf"

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

There was a time when they hated all the southern rappers

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

But after bowling, i went home for some damn adventure time

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

Care to tell, i read your mind, she been on them dollars first

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

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

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Looking for them better days

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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