This is a song about "Fruits of labor"

Merge the mixture with the purest and the fruits

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Thoughts of us of everything of everyone's debts

Middle finger missing so i can not give a fuck

You're the tree that's been cut, no leaves or fruits in the hut

I used to be the most humble until

Reaping the humans of leaps of good will

Instead of living this life of violent crime

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

Out of this coviction of feelings

And now that i’m getting money

Beaches of normandy.

Of potential cases

The way she walks and causes a fuss