This is a song about "Farmers and crops"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Then they'll play with mario brothers when it was duck hunt

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

It reminds me of the crops from the poplar trees,

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

Grab the scissors and saws and

I'm ring winnin, my jeans different

And a fridge and some broccoli

Fuck fame, fuck money

But don't fall asleep

And kill yourself and your clique

Like farmville without the crops

Rapping as i'm mocking deaf rock stars

I had beautiful words but girls never listened

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,