This is a song about "Le may mays"

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

If you out there let me hear you say

Well i may be crazy

Could i make you my baby

(ball so hard) let’s get faded, le meurice for like 6 days

My music is like confetti rain when you win a race

Said her hearts, in a cage

Tell shorty i may change

I may not be the smartest

You're talking to one of the greatest

Yeah ain't that what the song say

I've fucked up bad i think i may

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

When im in the rap game if they say that, ill put them in my duff...le bag!

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

You know we kick it like everyday