This is a song about "Bloods crops"

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

Wanna "freak like me," fuck adinaup and down is the object, side to side

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

Becoming someone you don't recognize

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

You know who him, slim, before mims i been hot

Put you in jimmy choo and you ain't even chinese

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

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

See my team has hella cars, i got a couple knots

See me as blasphemous for i don't need them

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

Minimize the population with verses that crops it to a few bit

The coupe i’m in is rented, i ain’t wit’ all that commitment shit

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

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops