This is a song about "Lemons"

Without the sound of guns

Life's handing you lemons

Always tried to think positive, like when life gives you lemons

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them

But fuck it, life's handin' you lemons, make lemonade then

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

But that's what life gives me, now i let the lemons squeeze

But fuck it, life's handing you lemons, make lemonade then

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them