This is a song about "Turf"

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

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

You live your life all serious while i'm enjoying mine

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

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

Behind the velvet rope, snapping a lot of pictures

She got toe but im not talking turf,

That's why she ignore my flowers

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

Say you through will all my foul ways

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,

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

Watching my homie died try to get turf

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

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders