This is a song about "Crop gang"

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

Five shots she ready to leave

By a gang called the police

Lil prps like 3 digits

Gang banging with bloods and crips

So take the stage just show me what you got

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

But gang banging was an absolute calamity