This is a song about "Devils harvest"

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

Next level special, the fucking devils vessel

So pretentious with no potential

Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Rollin that devils lettuce

Thought this was forever love

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

Misses street sweeper creepin again the devils my friend

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for