This is a song about "Lemon meringue"

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

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Spit #venom with lemon, you're welcome.

My talent should take me places i've never been

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

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