This is a song about "Crop gang"

But never once in a gang

I gotta question for you man

Wolf gang we ain't barking, nah

The science and the art, africa

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

Turn 'em off! time to set it off, get you wet and soft

This that new, from the city, you ain’t heard yet

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Fitting ya without ma gang

We on a world tour, wale your man

I give bitches dick and leave

By a gang called the police

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

But gang banging was an absolute calamity

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics