This is a song about "Crunch"

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

You're on a facts crunch, frantically stumped, for a reference one,

I lead the helm, so you can call me captain crunch

To understand that the fucking faggot didn't like me much

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

Lets split up and find him, before he finds others to crunch

Crunch rhymes into web of spun split spines,

Cause then i’m throwing peace signs

Whipping white and baking soda, at the same damn time

So i crunch rhymes, but sometimes when you combine

Stomp yo head out, call me capt'n crunch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

But when it comes crunch time, where do my punchlines go

Been stunting since teen wearing something obscene joe

There both fives,put em together cause i only crunch dimes

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live