This is a song about "Crop gang"

And tell ‘em that i don’t give a damn

Why are you talking about your gang

Good rhythm, bad women and better lyrics

I'll send a gang of villainous midgets

Basically these basic bitches crop shirts til they're not covering

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Pork on the fork, white in the pot

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

This is why her nigga mad

Fly bitch gang we did that

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

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Right flows down and they might go nice

By a gang called the police

Of a wolf gang gang bang

Yeah, the kid in this thang