This is a song about "Lemon"

Better yet they work my every nerve

Lemon drop, drop acid, never stop thought patterns

We might be back in this baby

Master, bubba, and lemon g,

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

These haters hope i hurry up and die

All you fucking bloggin' faggots yappin' up that extra shit

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

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

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

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

Spit #venom with lemon, you're welcome.