This is a song about "Crop tops"

Blood stainin black and white tops

The you should look up in the stars

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

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short

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

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

Curl up like big worm when i drop

Dominating house from lot to lot, repeat the process but plot a crop.

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

I'm bald bull to my little mac competition

I'm always dressed up but i never slack shit

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

And he aint even cum, she just started licking tops

I got these bitches brewin' inside of my gold pots