This is a song about "Crops"

Than diggin' in your couch, looking for your car keys

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

So i can start this freestyle, got more rhymes than there's crops

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

Minimize the population with verses that crops it to a few bit

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Like farmville without the crops

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Niggas is working forever my bars

Welcome to hell's plot, the spot rots, like stale crops

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

I'm too explosive for your ears like i'm throwing bombs