This is a song about "Crystal meth addiction"

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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

I'm fresh to death doper then uncut meth

And i'm a just take another guess

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

But this nicotine addiction

I know that love it could begin

Heard voices in my head but it calmed my addiction.

So get your glass lift it up in the toast position

Add some meth and that pills

Now, nigga, it’s the prince

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

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

He thinks aw, forget it, its so insignificant and little