This is a song about "Gerard lettuce"

Chasing lettuce with rebels avoiding temples no heaven

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Frigid when ripping through rhythms like lettuce to a rabbits teeth

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

I'll be free till i decease to eat my lettuce leaves

Though i'm chasing dreams i don't ever care for sleeping much

My dick romaine lettuce and yours some stank ass cabbage

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

And start tossing up this green like the lettuce was confetti

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

Edible, these artists are garbage, i'm leafy lettuce food

See boy she been in love

Rollin that devils lettuce

Got it lock like styles sheek kiss and them

Stackin that lettuce since way way back when