This is a song about "Harvest"

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

Let's roll a j and pretend we in love

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Got problems, what? i can't say

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

She say all men treat her wrong way

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

Chop down your words,harvest you like reaper

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

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

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

Sparkles in the darkness stardom is this planets greatest harvest

If i ain't get em yet, believe their name is on the short list