This is a song about "Crops"

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Bitch, you tried to play me like a dummy

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

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

Now my watch fruity colors like trix in a box

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

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

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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

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

I ain't fucking with kfc but i may eat up the box

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice