This is a song about "Keith lemon"

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Third ward general, young cash money

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

I'm why baby mommas leave

Some shit like this would be keith,

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Spit #venom with lemon, you're welcome.

I know i'm right, n my shine makes blind, no lemon or limes,

Just remember us from time to time when you drop them lines

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

Grind a lemon to the blunt so that the smoke'll smell fantastic