This is a song about "Crushed"

They say my music knocks, so i hope it open every door

I crushed myself and you to i threw you under the bus and cussed for

You ain't a thug just a crushed bug on my windshield on the road to fame,

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

How i ripped your heart and crushed it as it palpitated rapidly

And every woman looking at you knew that you was lucky

But even though that's true they still get crushed by corrupt cops,

In this fucking line at ralph's buying granola bars

Speaking for everybody you pushed n' crushed, ha fuck nah!/

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

She in colors and shit, she off that northern lights, right

You'll get crushed alive like optimus prime had people inside

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

With some white dust from wings i crushed back in the knack/ and a rack of spices i pour on top/

She blushed, the clothes came off, and i bust heri'm up now, ready to get drunk on the block