This is a song about "Crush up a line and snort my problems away"

Lotta problems and a bitch is one,

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

You stole my heart like a burglar, and then up and away you went

I hold the pen and vent my thoughts, release, all i need's a line,

Blowing bands in that strip club, count it up in your down time

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Im so bonkas, im not conscious

Crush organ donors and put "warning" across my picture

If you a real nigga, you looking in the mirror

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

No stress, snort blow less cause thats my whole mess, ran away for a night,

I crush back bones and my bank in like a waterfall, cash flow

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough