This is a song about "Crops"

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

Like farmville without the crops

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

Niggas wanna know why i'm so nice

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

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

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Let me rideuntil i get free

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them