This is a song about "Mistletoe"

I'm feedin her the light just like what the chorus say

When there's no seeds to plant ill move stones all day

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

You make a nigga's night turn day

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Innovative and i'm made of rubber

Rubber sleeves, if you know what i mean?

People don't condone what they've never seen

Whats the reason man, bad apples spoiled this mango plant

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

Mush or gooey oozed thrush.

Or now they don't praise enough

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

She do everything i say

Heartless like a plant, but this leaf's one who showboats

Back on the path where i was at on the crossroads,