This is a song about "Le may mays"

And lead tha whole team

Brotha lynch may be mean

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

I may not be the prettiest

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

At time he may rap nonsense

And we may not be perfect

Hold my tears i tried my best

And all of that was okay

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

No one knows what to say

And a mother who will never le-eave me

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she