This is a song about "Bloods crops"

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

And i know - there'll never be peace

I got my finger on the mothafuckin' pistol

And burn you so bad bloods ask "you ok cripple"

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

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

This young bloods got it in him/ the rhythm came through to this generation

Period gonei'm off the hook like cordless phonesmy identity so right

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

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Cdg shit match my kicks

And their bloods trying make it work.

The concept is so absurd