This is a song about "Crop blood"

That shit was wack as fuck

You're our own flesh and blood/

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Now i'm taking these pills and i ain't even sick

I see the world through different views, my crop pick,

Full up to fuck with blood,

Trying hard to speak and

I'm cream of the crop but the ladies just don't realise it,

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Good kids make bad grown ups

86. blood from the blade cuts,

Amnesty international got bangkok to montauk on lock

Dominating house from lot to lot, repeat the process but plot a crop.

Slit your hand, sign this in blood,

I know you're mad, but so what