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

There's war going on outside, y'all should never rhyme,

Is it possible at the same moment in time

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

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

This ain’t for all and every people, don’t compare me to rappers

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

To make a peaceful world we need to end the war on the streets,

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

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

She got toe but im not talking turf,

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

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

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

On the brink of war, shit's bout to get gory/

Pull the pound, up and down, turn yourself around shorty