This is a song about "Crops"

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

Cause my hoes in the x like they model for cars

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

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

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

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

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Dc, man over money

Got the crops growing beautifully,