This is a song about "Crystal prison"

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

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

Miami nights, ain't another one

Schools are like a prison

I guess it seems i see the world so crystal clear

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Was pac right about being conceived in prison

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

And there's little to be glad for

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

Crystal clear like your mind, once you rip apart their spleen.

That you just dropped the soap in prison

Shoot my ping and if you gonna listen