This is a song about "Turf"

She got toe but im not talking turf,

Let me wipe my nose with these rappers

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

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

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

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

Never can i straight face

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

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

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