This is a song about "Turf"

She got toe but im not talking turf,

That's why she ignore my flowers

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

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

This what it sound like if i sent my dad letters

Watching my homie died try to get turf

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

When you making a difference it's gone be haters

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

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Must be out your rabbit mind, i'm thuggin', rappin', same damn time

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

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

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

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

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,