This is a song about "Harvest"

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

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

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

I harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Back in the motherfuckin bay

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

But i ain't get to see you today

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Designer shit, though i’m modest, astonishing to be honest

Sparkles in the darkness stardom is this planets greatest harvest