This is a song about "Fuck crystal meth"

Ill give you a fast death look like the crack meth

They at the same spot they making no progress

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

Take a couple bits, bitch kibbles, bitch i gotta riddle

And some of the stuff i tried to do they had never seen

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

Staring at the crystal ball

By the phone, no call

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

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

And i'mma keep ya fresh

And if you'll see me with meth

My bitches ballin' to the maya moore's, yes

All of this fuss for heisenberg's blue meth

Now i cocking meth and killing cops

Left chicago with good money for 5 drops