This is a song about "Farmers and crops"

Me and my nigga wale let them suckas pass

Slice and slash, bite and gnash, bite and mash, fight and smash,

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

The big bad wolf to me you're just a minor fox

We all commit sin, counterfeit stash and cash crops

Give it back with a sensitive mouth and some hard knees

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

Bang! bang! came from that movie ring

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

And don't ever (and don't ever)

I call it speaking tongues

Blood and cuts, ifs and buts

And kill yourself and your clique

The drug that they brain need