This is a song about "Crop"

Maybe if i just burn this crop

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

Ey, butt rape on a female cop

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

They rock n rolland bring tha funk to tha whole nation

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

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

Making love to the streets, they be lusting for bread

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Cuz you know that i'm growing the best crop

Got a beans if you wanna pop