This is a song about "Bloods crops"

Gang banging with bloods and crips

Big stacks, no lego bricks

Statistics say that niggas with no father ain't going to be shit

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

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

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Boss in my hugo, floss like my tooth hurt

And their bloods trying make it work.

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

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

Got thugs after me like the bloods,

100 miles and running, wale, catch dubs

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

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots