This is a song about "Devils harvest"

Heeding a meeting with the devils anvil.

Kill me with a chainsaw, and let my balls dangle

Making harvest highly anticipated

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

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

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

But a couple shots of it got a nigga on stuck

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

So you snap like mewhen these devils try to plot

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Red eyed demons whispering the devils secrets

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips