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

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Why would i worry? i am forever blessed

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

Didn't make it through college, still debating my progress

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

Probly from selling or doing drugs

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Staring at the crystal ball

By the phone, no call

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

I'll make you deaf with my musical meth