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

But damn it...who'd ever mix up ciroc, powder, n' sum' meth?//

Body holy water blessed, i'm feeling the stress

When you spill out hits

Add some meth and that pills

Them niggas talking, they like man he official

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

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

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

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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

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

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck