This is a song about "May love"

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

You know we kick it like everyday

Miami nights, it was all a dream

Brotha lynch may be mean

I’m way harder than the concrete

It may be a bad deed,

But everybody is a g with the weed in them

That you're gone and that you may never love me again

Load em up quick, it's time for us to spray

Remember that day on the 25th of may

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

This is hip hop for today

I don't care what it did to them

And whatever may come

May i have your attention please?

Just know that i'm always