This is a song about "Crop gang"

Of the rebel gang captain

Bet i get like 8 of them

Why are you talking about your gang

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

We on a world tour, wale your man

Fitting ya without ma gang

Create life with the beats, alicia keys

By a gang called the police

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Permanently focused, learning while i'm going

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been