This is a song about "Crops"

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

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

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

Like farmville without the crops

Who fly? i'm a red eye with eye drops

Here i go again, falling in love again

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

The strange fruit, crops growin', blowin' in the breeze,

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

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

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

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

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