This is a song about "Bloods crops"

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

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

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

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

And their bloods trying make it work.

Too focused, one word

Young bloods really hate school but they study to rob

Then let that arm & hammer, hammer it right to a lot

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

And it rules everything around them

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Got thugs after me like the bloods,