This is a song about "I just crop dusted"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

I just want you to listen

Better leave it all behind

Crop aside, i'm not of the kind kind

Cause no man's eyes should see what i've seen

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

When i'm on it, on it like my job

Maybe if i just burn this crop

I was just thinkin’ maybe

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

My whole deck in my hands, cream of the crop

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Threw the sack to his lil' niggas workin the set

Stop tryin to harvest your crop its done, its dead

I just murdered a motherfucker in just minutes

Always keep a rubber, word to telly in kids