This is a song about "Crystal gang work prison"

Shit, we don't believe none of them

Of the rebel gang captain

But it's more like a prison

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Why are you talking about your gang

This should be illegal man

So now she picks up the gun

Schools are like a prison

Deliver the bomb shit from the east to west

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

See you later, cause baby i'm a player, and all i heard was

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

And there's little to be glad for

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.