This is a song about "Crash landing"

I'm stressed anyway, need it for vacation time

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

I crash whips when my track skips

Hold it..now thank you for silence

Your team will crash like nascar

'bout to get my other car

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Meteorites crash landed

Yeah bitch that's nashville, i'm constantly writing bitch i crash ill

Or smoke some purp take a percocet and xanax and chill

Let's enjoy our younger years

Flash past bastards and crash burners

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream

As we return with a crash, to smash the grime scene