This is a song about "Crop tops"

Hostile flow,ripping pathetic individuals,soon on the tops charts i'll glow

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

He pushing cause his goal's to be higher with the lord

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

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

Cuz you know that i'm growing the best crop

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

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

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Blood stainin black and white tops

Y’all niggas ain’t no stars

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

Its way different ma you see em passin' out bars

I only fuck bitches who bust out of tube tops