This is a song about "Harvest"

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

What you want me to say

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

Now my shit is like a crip sneaker

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

Sparkles in the darkness stardom is this planets greatest harvest

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

Hit you from a block away

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Making harvest highly anticipated