This is a song about "Crystal palace"

I'm throwin around broads playing monkey in the middle

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

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

You see the way i move, i am in another gear

Pullin' up in trucks, carried off in a bus

Yeah, they livin in a golden palace

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

Pimping behind the palisade my fortress is a palace

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

A dragon blasting collapsing the foundation of your palace

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

Crystal-balling you... see you're harshly screwed up

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