This is a song about "Badguy strange livin selling crystal meth"

And i'm a just take another guess

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

You see i promised that i'd never change

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

Verizon dissed me too cause i was too political

Your voice sounds like you’re always on the crack and crystal,

But you the one on crystal meth, bitch my rhymes are limitless

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

I'm sick of seeing crack-addict single moms who bite the meth,

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

To the homestead suites to drink liquor

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Carol city or was it the west