This is a song about "Crushin on shorty"

Feel your chest on top on

When you took my hand up so calm

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

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

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Now im getting them on

Not chasin no chain or some dime piece shorty

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

This shorty walking by i might watch for a while

You never tire, might as well as inspire