This is a song about "Lemon drop"

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Probably wave goodbye at the same time

Casually ill drop a rhyme

Ain't going to stop killing till i drop,

Ever since then i had no job

Body after body i just watch them drop

Or the fact when the money go up, it won’t stop

I swear the pen right across from hell, i can't cry

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

Imma ball till i drop

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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