This is a song about "Crush skulls"

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

Cuz i got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

I've got muslims calling on jesus

Crack skulls with a frying pan and cooked you up like eggs and ham

Somebody need to tell 'em that they can't do it like i can

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Holes in skulls, that stuff is my sleeping pill

It's the dc thang, incase you ain't notice

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

A rush, to crush some pills and pop em in