This is a song about "My crush in school"

I will crush this timid misfit with my lifted spirit

Complexion from heaven don't be bleaching your shit

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

In my old school, with the naughty

You're avoiding my rhymes/ so i'll fill the void in your mind like a school class

So while i hold this bottle of ciroc with a hand full of ass

Cause id get back from school my niece covered in shit,

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

No david lettermans acting a fool

The pinnacle, used to get ridiculed in school

Then some lady named billie holiday

Dropped in my grades and forced down in school with no say.

But it's still cool just to dream man because

From dawn to dusk thinking about my crush

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

I crush back bones and my bank in like a waterfall, cash flow