This is a song about "Crushing theese opanas"

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

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

While theese rappers just sit around and party, they're jobless

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

Terms, crushing worms, my burning heart yearns/

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

But he don't rule a thing

When you crushing, blushing

Crushing elephants them alone just

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

I refuse to be another being on this earth

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