This is a song about "Crushing theese opanas"

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

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

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

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

I'm on the run, keep running

When you crushing, blushing

Crushing the old school artists like boulders

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Money ain't a thing

When you crushing, blushing

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

But how can we improve when kids enjoy crushing flowers

Terms, crushing worms, my burning heart yearns/

You little young-ass motherfuckers

But like theese rappers( tell kim jung you to stop startting shit)

I stay with grandma, she always bitching about her carpet