This is a song about "Harvest"

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Real shottas, fuck ya foreigners stay

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

She can't know where my mother stay

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Every day's harder, ain't nothin here promised

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

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

This is like love, that you can never get

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

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