This is a song about "Turf war"

It's like my life is a war,

They make it worth more

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

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

Woodstock though, couple bands on the floor

Come and get us you prepare for war,

I feel like quasimoto with all this shit on my shoulders

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

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

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

And i don’t wanna be a playa no more

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

Up in my new two door

Get up man, it's time for war