This is a song about "Crystal meth money"

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

Like i went to sierra leone in a homecoming dress

I said that i loved you, heartbeats when you get near

I guess it seems i see the world so crystal clear

Staring at the crystal ball

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

And there's little to be glad for

I fucking hate this job

Like the meth you smoke your a joke

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

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

I can taste the salt from my tears

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared