This is a song about "Crushin on shorty"

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Shorty feelin noxious from the canibus smoke/

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

Riding that big body, shorty be hitting the curb

Suspended from school coolest nigga without effort

My sim card's the bomb

Feel your chest on top on

Lip balm she's some nun bitch from st. john

Aight, keep going, on and on

Relying on myself

Sweet, okay makes sense

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

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

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

This shorty walking by i might watch for a while