This is a song about "Crops"

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Said "i know you wanna change the world but for the night please

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Is it the money or my marriage or media peace

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

Got tired of running from the police

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

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

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Like farmville without the crops

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

I hated, some ritalin, some white socks

I just want somebody i can see

Got the crops growing beautifully,

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

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit