This is a song about "Keith lemon"

And these artists don't need me they already rich

Thats keith and actualluy kaarnage raised in a barn bitch

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

Henny got me spinnin like a fuc*in hurricane kick

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

If you ain't about money

Seen drive-bys takin' lives, little kids die

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Some shit like this would be keith,

You make a nigga sing songs nice