This is a song about "Lemon tint"

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

Blinded by all these street lights, up late, can't sleep nights

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit

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

And that they love to see us all go to prison or die

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

It ain't hard to make money