This is a song about "Crushin it"

You think you're in it, to win it,

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Nigga fuck your role model bitch, i'm my own idol and

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Y'all could never admit it, forget it, spit it, i writ it,

I'm fuckin' paramount, i hope they understand that

Yes we bout it bout it/

And talk some more shit

Crushin up untill weed it is fine dust (fine dust)

Secret society all we ask is trust

I know the world been waiting for that

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

She crazy, that stalker shit

With my thumb, pack it, light it, pass it