This is a song about "Lemon stealing whore"

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

Could i make you my baby

Any young nigga with visions when he's sleeping

Gonna pump my for lunch no stealing

People stealing, they gonna pay,

Reading shit my critics say

Making these fool sore over his last whore.

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Rapping reall shit and you still think i'm stealing

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Kinda like the government slowly stealing your freedom