This is a song about "Turf war"

She got toe but im not talking turf,

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

The shit that i spit is more

Come and get us you prepare for war,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Bonin' bitches; coerce, eatin' wet pussy surf n' turf

Money is worst than a war

As soon as i walk in the door

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

A perpendicular, angle of the clout war

Apply deceit in war experimenter

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Keep it aggressive, peace don of war,

She leave her hair on the floor

Everyday some kids go out and fight war/

Gold chains, 24, niggas must be shinin' more