This is a song about "I just crop dusted"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

I'm cream of the crop but the ladies just don't realise it,

Who knows just what i need, she knows just what i mean

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

Cream of the crop, scheming to chop and place an mc in a box

He probly clockin' double shifts on all of his jobs

I just happen to have nuts

Shout out my nigga miles

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

Y'all test like professors, you can get ahead

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

See, i'm second to no one

I just want you to listen