This is a song about "Crushing perkocets"

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Crushing elephants them alone just

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

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

Terms, crushing worms, my burning heart yearns/

Oldest nation on this earth

Ravishing, rick rude of rappin you bastards

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

Man, straight and no fucking

When you crushing, blushing

Fuck around you gon' need a stint at the doctors

Crushing the old school artists like boulders

When you crushing, blushing

You should be running

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

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though