This is a song about "Crushin it"

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

After pleasure there’s paineven though we're broke for the moment

You don't mean that, you faggot

Yes we bout it bout it/

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

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

Check it in, do it anyhow

Fuck a line, get in now

It's wolf gang barking keep you up like car alarms and shit

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

A cold beast, nigga i'm the shit

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

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Im in it to win it. i did it. i killed it.