This is a song about "Turf"

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

And i just love your flashy ways

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

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

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

We up in that magic city throwing up them dollars

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

She got toe but im not talking turf,

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

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

Most of them ain't conscious, they just monsters

Watching my homie died try to get turf