This is a song about "Harvest"

You know we kick it like everyday

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

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

We can’t even talk ‘less you got the check

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

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

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Round my motherfuckin way

Making harvest highly anticipated

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

To pay for the food in his garden its almost time for harvest its a combination of toxins

And i hope you a believer

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper