This is a song about "Bloods crops"

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops

In hindsight, i think alot of yall should try to see this

Life should be like this, no bloods or crips, just a good night kiss,

Weight on my chest like i body build

Ur tracks mashed and done for and bloods spilled."

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

Cause i ain't know for who or what the fuck to get

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

We skip college, chase dollars and black pennies

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

Bloods rushin and gushin from between your eyes

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

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

American dreaming, days of a heathen running up in your building at night