This is a song about "Turf"

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

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

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

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

Obama's in office, niggas get job like teachers

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

She got toe but im not talking turf,

When they twist and talk with they fingers

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

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

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

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

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

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve