This is a song about "Harvest"

Making harvest highly anticipated

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

Come with me, to madrid thats where real play

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

But i ain't get to see you today

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

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

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

We exclusive, they be talking but they never do shit

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

And don't perform after him or you might regret