This is a song about "Devils harvest"

Thought this was forever love

Or for nicer other white devils

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Making harvest highly anticipated

And when we on the road, bitches follow the tour bus

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift