This is a song about "Having a crush on a guy"

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

In your gold pot addin' extra sauce because

Now put those raps in a pile and i still crush that

She said she wanna man, told her im real rap

Plant a seed, kiss this guy

Till we're dumb high, dumb high

To having a motherfuckin' fortune too...

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

A rush, to crush some pills and pop em in

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Now the fate of your future relies on a college graduate guy.

And niggas slippin if they think the fucking grip is a lie

On here she met rob, he seemed like a good guy

They gon tell you that's a lie, lie, lie