This is a song about "Harvest"

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

And older women put a nigga on their bucket list

Sparkles in the darkness stardom is this planets greatest harvest

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

You the party baby i'm just the guest list

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

She gon’ ride this dick, i had a long day

Until she came trench coat and a thong and shit

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