This is a song about "Tricky crusher"

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

Tricky as arithmetic was spittin' shit in sixth grade,

But shit fucked up and got tricky

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

Realize i'm facing a tricky situation

His pockets gone dry from the loans it was given him

It gets tricky without tha cash this hour glass not long enough

I hear you callin' me to come back, i'm a sucka for love

Gotta learn from my mistakes, rhymes must become more tricky/

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free