This is a song about "Grain"

You guys are still here

Grain grippin’ on the wheel

But i receive hypnotherapy, my rain is a grain or pain pull my rhyme strain,

My pistols represent mebust until my rounds emptyback for the street fame

So we can live again

Hold it down like lean and wood grain

And it begins to phase him more each day

We gotta find that grain, before he gets away

Sickle was used to cut out grain, tied into bundles and then carried away.

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

I like the way you talk ya game we mite be one and the same

Grinding grain, it's all the same, there are days i feel i'm going insane,

And showing you and yours that breaking rules is fucking cool again

Repetitive competitive grain girding lanes, lined in arrays, lane to lane,

But you've seemed to maintained every grain,

Brings alotta joy buggati boy thats lane to lane