This is a song about "Harvest"

You claim you a dog, my nigga, i’m the vet

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

I'm trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

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

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Of an odyssey, i’m a block away

I ain't married, but i'm tryna find a keeper

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

Come here to picture how he bumping his fist

I harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Making harvest highly anticipated

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may