This is a song about "My guy crush"

I will crush this timid misfit with my lifted spirit

And you can check my stats cuz worldwide they attesting to that

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

I got a crush, ooh ya i got a crush

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Now i'm the guy in the bushes watching you with my binoculars

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I recollect that you were the same guy proppin my other battle

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Crush the glass from my bare hands and swallow it

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

I subdue then crush my enemies then pursue to rush entity's

Don't cross me, cause my friend, i'm no jesus

From dawn to dusk thinking about my crush

My guy got all the good weed

We can't catch the beat