This is a song about "Crop blood"

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

One shot make a nigga's heartbeat stop

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

It's not making sense to you right now but

Graveyards filling up with street blood

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

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick

Fucking with a motherfucking mind

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

You're our own flesh and blood/

Pardon me if i'm sweating you but

Theres blood all over the ground

I just might throw a big amount