This is a song about "Brody may"

Said her hearts, in a cage

Tell shorty i may change

You may say i'm crazy

And its simple as that baby

Remember that day on the 25th of may

And we did it our way, blue-collar game all day

You may think i'm obliterated

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Redan road, that’s my street

It may be a bad deed,

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

When love comes callin', don’t look away

And whatever may come

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Take me away away