This is a song about "Turf"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

I’ve never seen my neighbors

She got toe but im not talking turf,

No congressional reppers, no respectable rappers

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Haven't slept for days

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Penncounting pennys over tha years

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

On this new school of rappers, i will really go columbine

But knowin you through music is going to change the world

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

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

Just trying to go somewhere and play with europe players