This is a song about "Cold crystal"

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

But for long time i had gone cold

We forever be real, we'll never fold

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

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

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

I breathe fire, cause it's too cold

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

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

Is a space that now you hold

Skipping class and growing cold

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Y'all say you're holding pistols here, now i see crystal clear,