This is a song about "I just crop dusted"

No flue but i just flew,

Then i gotta say peace to you

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Basically these basic bitches crop shirts til they're not covering

Hey, must be the money

I just made a trinity

Clothes are dusted and he loathes these kids

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

I just want you to listen

He’s tha only one