This is a song about "Crops"

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

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

Pressed in timeswe busted like bubbleswith the police

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

Dc, man over money

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

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

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Get a little smart, want to change yo tops

Jordan 4 seated floorside sitting with mars

Like farmville without the crops

See, my bitch is imported - she came from overseas

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