This is a song about "Od crashing"

Mr. pacquiao, i'm packing

Street lights flashing, dark nights crashing,

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through

You're crashing and splashing, so it's clear that i gon' stop you

Money ain't a thing

When the walls came crashing

Tail grabbing, bitch yapping, pigs crashing, react without reaction, which motherfucker's strapping

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

I went from honor roll to on a roll down hill, the crashing gave me some back pain

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Running crashing your hearse