This is a song about "The agricultural revolution"

And i be feeling like hova when y'all was sleeping on him

Fuck what i say lets shoot this bitch up like it's the french revolution!/

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

Lack execution i fail but no conclusion in need of a revolution

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Where the fuck the chorus

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

Pass the henn and that ice, i'm on a track with 'pac nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.