This is a song about "Crushin"

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

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

As well as supper; then i'll rummage through her ruptured cunt

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

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Crushin up your mind into tiny pieces of brain dust