This is a song about "Andrew is a lemon"

Every day, a star is born,

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

And we gonnna toast up for the niggas that hate

Life is a game of chess and mine is on a stalemate

My life is all a daze

But she took it in his place

Bitch, they call it motor city

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Don't realize this is a diss

I sit and reminisce

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic

K9's all in the kitchen way before i even heard of mike vick

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

I kill the beat like andrew jackson did the red men