This is a song about "Crushing on you"

Never laid a fist on you

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Beating you, go on, tattle

Be the ocean, where i unravel

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

But i'll be crushing your head in-between cupboards,

You cant grab on whats on the news

Niggas die over shoes

You know what turns me on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

She don’t give her nigga head

You will be on your bed

As: can’t wait to pork your mom

I know you think you on

I’m coming back like light-skin and

Crushing elephants them alone just