This is a song about "Fruits of labor"

But my labor has culminated,

I just wanna be higher than that

Illusion of days of elysium fields full of gladiators

He carried weight like a mack truckgonna bust on some playa haters

Hopin' that my niggas see

Beaches of normandy.

Buzz it, like my very first day in here

Using blacks of course was of wide appeal

Meanin’ i don’t play ‘cause wale is ill

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Gotta go, let her leave

Top of my pile of bodies

In my drawsring, ring, ring

Feeling, of appealing

Let's fall in love, let me put my seed in your soil

Given us the fruits of liberation from your toil