This is a song about "Crushing on you"

Murdered you on the flat screen

They said seven tracks, i said fifteen

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Every thing that you see turns you on

As i light one for ill will

Beating you, go on, tattle

When i get to warwick avenue

Never laid a fist on you

I got you on watch i put you on notice

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

Pay dues like a hair salon

The shoulder, for you to cry on

What preceded was the clue

And if people hating on you

When you crushing, blushing

Let my angel sing