This is a song about "Blushing"

When you crushing, blushing

Money ain't a thing

Conversations got you blushing

Niggas dying like its nothing

You better go home with your weak ass moans, and bitch quit blushing,

Now mama see that shit on oprah and know that it’s coming

In my drawsring, ring, ring

When you crushing, blushing

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Your blushing, cuz my fist gave you rounds of kiss tough,