This is a song about "Always smoking dat crop"

In a collision, i see their ambition

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

She ordered dat pastrami on rye

You just need to take me, i know you can fly

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

We got dat guns and flow

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

He's all expensive like dat nylon

Fresh to death that bullshit irrelevant

Cuz your mixtape dropped dat shit on dat piff sucked