This is a song about "Crop tops"

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

Blood stainin black and white tops

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

Everything about me tops all of them

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

Took a shot, tired of runnin from the niggas and the cops

And boppers hopping on the tops of cops 'cause i say so

I'm just tryna push a porsche, that's white like montana snow

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

The corn-tops ripe and the old breeze blowin',

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Tops until i pop a shot into your iq

And stick my dick in you but that just might offend you

I'm cream of the crop but the ladies just don't realise it,

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit