This is a song about "Turf war on fifth avenue"

I don't want plastic nation, dread that like a haitian

Past the next world war because i'll be on vacation

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

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

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

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

These kids, smoking gasoline, i plead the fifth

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

It doesn't seem like that these days cant even walk down the avenue

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Watching my homie died try to get turf

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

But it's my life or your life, and i'mma bomb first

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

Cause ma life turned on me like a damn war///

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