Gyea, we up in this, Sitting on 4000 acres, now that's paper, I can't even see the neighbors. You heard about life on the streets? Let me tell you about life on the gravel roads, welcome to my hood. Farm boy flow, reap what I sew, no need to brag about it cause you already know. Farm boy flow, make things grow, start my days out with a farmers blow. I'm the produce producer, organic juicer, time to wake up cock-a-doodle, rooster, church, I'm on that straight and narrow, take a hard left when I race around the barrel, clowns popping out, been a long drought, praying for the rain but the sun's still out. Got up at 4:30, did some cattle herding, manure on my pants cause you know I ride dirty. Ain't nobody messing with my farm boy flow, letting everyone know, who's running the show, and what direction to go...Farm boy flow. It's like boom go the fire works, pop go the gun blast, shoot 'em on the run cause you know I can't run fast, can't lose when I use 22's, pop your head up game over you lose, guts in the air, just ain't fair, do it all day because I just don't care, heifers stare, eat them rare, take a deep breath of the mountain air. Chewed up grass, bull defecation, clipper cuts in the farm boy nation, FFA that's my affiliation, spray these haters with a little lactation, sheep in my sleep and when I awaken, make that cheddar, bring home the bacon...literally. Farm boy flow, reap what I sew, no need to brag about it cause you already know. Farm boy flow sheer this fro, hightop mullet fade wooly afro. Farm boy flow, take things slow, got more horse power than a Lambo. Farm boy flow, got a good hoe, you know we get dirty down where the weeds grow. Eating eggs and potatoes, chickens they lay those, throw up the horns like they do in Laredo...Texas, but I'm not pushing a Lexus, keep my wife in the Kitchen I'm a little bit sexist. Stacks on stacks in the John Deere tracts, this the kind of work that break the city boy backs, farming ain't easy but it's necessary, chasing these heifers like Tom chase Jerry. Work hard in the back yard, trying to catch 'em off guard, rolling with my crew in the back of a black Ford. And they all killers, I put my name on it. I supply the dealers. Where do you think that Louis V came from? This heifer right here. Twerk. Where'd you get them wool socks? This ewe. These bears and wolves come into my hood looking for trouble, well they're gonna find it...Ain't nobody messing with my MUTTON BUSTING FLOCK. You'll wind up on the endangered species list. Do you know what I'm saying? FFA, Mutton Buster, can't mess with my flock, my herd, and that's my word. I love the land, the mountains are grand, my water runs pure, yours comes from the sewer. Farm boy flow, farm boy flooooow.