This is a song about "Crushing on you"

Cause you got it going on

That's word to my mom

And if people hating on you

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

Pay dues like a hair salon

You know what turns me on

You already know what i been on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Go pop some pills or something

When you crushing, blushing

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Ego complex you guys have, you on linux?

Beating you, go on, tattle

That’s only if they handle