This is a song about "Crushing on you"

Beating you, go on, tattle

Ass need a saddle

Money ain't a thing

When you crushing, blushing

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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

I call em up, they might fall through

Never laid a fist on you

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

You already know what i been on

My other capo in this big-ass.. conglomerate called death row

Delivering a crushing blow, have you gushing from places you didnt know.

I know you think you on

When you took my hand up so calm

Terms, crushing worms, my burning heart yearns/

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth