This is a song about "May girl"

Cause i got the burner in the hand

Medicine may try to counteract

Nigga i stay in tact, your whack, i may be white but i rap black, yo last girl said

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

But keep them cigarettes away

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

And we may not be perfect

The game is to be sold not told, so fuck you

I may not have the girl i want to

Sometimes i think, what i need

It may be a bad deed,