This is a song about "Crushing perkocets"

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

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

Love my women with high heels and high standards

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

Crushing the old school artists like boulders

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Crushing elephants them alone just

About disaster in the world and

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

You hear the words coming from my lips bastards

Don't want to be the king

When you crushing, blushing

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

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

When you crushing, blushing

Straight g thing, double m g thing