This is a song about "Crop blood"

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

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

You're our own flesh and blood/

I know you're mad, but so what

Graveyards filling up with street blood

Or any grand thefts, man i don't give a fuck

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

Full up to fuck with blood,

I said i don’t give a fuck

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

My buzz is like cocaine

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop