This is a song about "Devils harvest"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

They hating, patrolling and trying to catch me riding dirty

Angels fight with devils, here's what they want from me

Fuck it, momma's proud of her asthmatic thin fuck

Got the devils own luck/no more a rebel, grown up

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Another round what the song say

But im surrounded by devils,

We race foreign cars, custom models

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

And start collecting happiness like i took the devils oath.

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Rollin that devils lettuce