This is a song about "Harvest"

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

I move the club like a poker dealer

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

I make forty-some dollars a day

This shit fresher than the harvest it will crush the world like a comet

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

Sparkles in the darkness stardom is this planets greatest harvest

So if i'm not clubbing, don't think i'm on some jerk shit

Pain you'll harvest, cause you're the artist's new target

She say all men treat her wrong way

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead