This is a song about "Crashing"

Straight g thing, double m g thing

When the walls came crashing

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

When a 4 by 4 comes crashing into your skull and furthermore

And thinkin 'bout it, i'm goin and gettin another one

Yeah i'm back in the business, crashing the system

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

Gotcha crashing, no accident

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Waves crashing pool laughing dancing sex panting

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring