This is a song about "Farmers and crops"

Like farmville without the crops

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

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

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that

Tell a bitch lean

Raps and beats and rhyme scheme,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

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

I'm modest, and humble

And inhospitable,

Fuck this battle, its worth less to me than a farmers cattle,

To make karma come faster than she normally will

Make meets ends picking crops for a penny here and then

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

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

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees