This is a song about "Plant bloggers"

Ima a pig your a plant the words you say i've herbivore

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

But little old me with the few facts that i speak

Snipers on the rooftops with guns, triggers plant the seed,

To the same plant, and the same pants

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

My ambition is wicked i put that shit on my hand

I feel like i want to explode like a nuclear plant

Then some lady named billie holiday

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may

Plant my lyrical seed ,and watch my flow sprout, got that dope sound,

Blue ball, who fault? mine, only cause i stick around

Momma say, you making me lose pay

Plant, grow, harvest from june to may