This is a song about "Harvest"

If you out there let me hear you say

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

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

Hit you from a block away

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Bitch shake your ass, shake it until the wet sweat

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

All them niggas pitch verbs, so they say

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

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

Preparing for the harvest. your body's carcass,

The critics are calling me conscious

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

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good