This is a song about "Crystal meth"

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

They'll tell you i'm a legend in the flesh that dress to impress

Before you disappear you is that crystal clear

New dough for the new year and i sumo on a rap peer

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Staring at the crystal ball

By the phone, no call

So on my way here i hit a couple of queer

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

And if you'll see me with meth

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

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

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz