This is a song about "Crystal palace"

Got the musician in my palace playing brasses,

I am olubowale, the answer to this

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

This is the shit that is makin' me cynical

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

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

These rappers got statuses of living in a palace,

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

Very few thats in my bracket as i sit back in my palace and watch your body fill with maggots

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Its kinda sad u only losing the people u losing the people near

Finally i can see crystal clear,i see you have no career, your troubled with fear