This is a song about "Miss my crush"

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

Fearing imma miss my chance

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Crush organ donors and put "warning" across my picture

Oh what a cold world for a broke nigga--it's bitter

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Made from the brain of me, most genius

Talking bout how she miss my sex, but what do you expect

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

But fuck that, i aint bout to miss my fucking chance

I'm in dulles waiting on luggage - luxury baggage

I wonder what is in store for us, you my crush, my heart you touch

I will crush this timid misfit with my lifted spirit

And that’s a scary thing, i try to duck em good