This is a song about "Turf war"

Get up man, it's time for war

As soon as i walk in the door

She leave her hair on the floor

Money is worst than a war

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

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

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

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

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

And on skype bet you say "le where my flight at?", if i decline

Baby moms on greyhound for 8 hours

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Got no fear in no officer, they be scared of them doctors

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

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

I can’t promise this verse will be better than the first