This is a song about "Turf"

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

To kill the next motherfucking thug stepping on turf,

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

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

She got toe but im not talking turf,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

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

I give a girl what she want - but no dollars

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

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers

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

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

Cause dis iz ma turf, ma base

And i got them gold bottles, first place