This is a song about "I airball a layup"

With a 'poof,' i appear, a fucking apparition

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

I feel like a burden cause i live in a suburban.

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

I was a fiend before i became a teen

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Pay him some attention, he's smart and he's genius

I need a ring, like a phone

Lets get fucked up to the bone

Cuz i got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

I've mastered this ask of me, my raff ain't practice

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

I don't hear a peep i won't hear a whisper