This is a song about "Bloods crops"

And their bloods trying make it work.

The concept is so absurd

She'll tae kwon do anythin' that we mentioned

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

And like a bloods point of view, i'l have you seeing all red!

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

You headin' to his car for some sexi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

I rep yung bloods/ yeah dey get it right/ bez close yah eyes/ cuz my fame is bright/

Whole lot of cobras with dope like soap bars

Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

And i know - there'll never be peace

Got the crops growing beautifully,

I reel them in, goadomes on see

The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys