This is a song about "Harvest"

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'm hopped up on it, it won't go away

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

I make forty-some dollars a day

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

I harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

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

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

And i hope you a believer

I'm ready to hit 'em with this gift

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest