This is a song about "Crush a couple bars an snort my problems a"

Don’t let it drift away like a feather and i’m home, home, home

I'm short a couple dollars with a chip all in my collarbone,

But it was written in cursive for this king to exist

Then shook together a couple bars and hooks, finished,

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

And when it seems that i'm hopeless

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

I got a hundred fuckin problems but i only need an answer to one,

It's me and my crew up there, but maybe a couple others,

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

I'm a splatter of bad problems,

Don’t you be holding back, your love