This is a song about "Harvest"

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Chill with my crew on blacc friday

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

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 harvest like cannibal, i've turned into animal

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I pray that that's me, but i gotta be honest

Can't contest so he go leave to harvest

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

Making harvest highly anticipated

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Pain you'll harvest, cause you're the artist's new target

M.o.b.! nigga we ridei hit the charts like a stick-up kid