This is a song about "Crops"

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

That proud feeling we get knowin' that pussy is ours

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

We still visualize places, that we can roll in peace

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

She looks better than beyonce, alicia keys

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

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

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

Coconuts ciroc where puff at, never fall in love, don't cuff that

Got the crops growing beautifully,

Dc, man over money

Tell em their ambitions then we need some more of them

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

Trying to move foward, though it never stops

Like farmville without the crops