This is a song about "Lemon stealing whore"

So fuck life to all those whore

Not one j got a pair or more

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

People stealing, they gonna pay,

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Evicted from eden his seed stealing a fix

I'm in here counting green, y'all out there stealing

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years