This is a song about "Crystal fucking weed"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Crystal clear like your mind, once you rip apart their spleen.

Last of a dying breed

Put up and smoke that weed,

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

But it never goes that way when your fucking with crys#tal

"kill this nigga, guns and weed"

Indubitably i'm too street

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Sorta like drano...you know how the game goes

Chillin back smoking weed writing raps and fucking hoes

* ron isley harmonizes throughout but sings no real lyrics

Animal instinct like hannibal lecter on crystal meth hits,

You're reaching new heights, and i ain't kiss you just a little

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal