This is a song about "Turf"

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

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

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

I know it's hard but who does god choose to go through it worst

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

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

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

It'll last for all these crazy days

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

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

Watching my homie died try to get turf

They slowly showin they colors

That barrel longer than a word with 10 letters

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

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

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers