This is a song about "I just crop dusted"

Supreme cream of the crop every where i've been

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

I just made a trinity

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

And my kick game beyond crazy

I was just thinkin’ maybe

Cuz you know that i'm growing the best crop

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

Right past the poor in clothes they can't afford

'bout to drop you cold stop you like mold crop you bald...

For some nice hookers, the cream of the crop

True, indeed, i don’t rep no block

Yeah, you can tell em i’m home

I just feel so alone