This is a song about "Crushin it"

Trapped in my own communityone day i'm gonna bust

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust

Check it in, do it anyhow

Bad bitches get low right now

They said to get it i got it

Malcolm x: get yo hand out my pocket

See i let my nigga split that

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

So i'm one with that

Yes we bout it bout it/

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

So is you bout it, i really doubt it, doubt it/

And cry about it, well don't doubt it

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings