This is a song about "Harvest"

Making harvest highly anticipated

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

Until i started to lose my way

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

And please never disrespect my set

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

I harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her