This is a song about "Harvest"

If its not couture, i will not go to her

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Ha, okparty people doin' what i say

It's like sunshine on a rainy day

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

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

Making harvest highly anticipated

Ain't nothing changed since the sadder day, dig

Then some lady named billie holiday

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest