This is a song about "Crash"

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Crash, now i hold a burnt clover

The next day you is everybody target

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

Holla at ya boy young roy’s in the kill shit

Smash, crash, crack, bash, lash, dash, lunge, punch, kick, hit

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Cruisen grassy till' i damn near crash the car

It doesn't matter if you crash and burn

Don't regurgitate my sperm

If the bitch bad i could pass you a dime

But as time passes, mass minds crash and lack climb

Your team will crash like nascar

Well, that's what you are

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

These bitches just the same, i'm about to crash