This is a song about "Fuckin with crystal"

Let's start off with his fuckin funny ass mother,

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

You fuckin with hell, i'll cast you a spell

Cause i feed you well. every sneaker, hell

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear

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

Make sure to give them my all

Staring at the crystal ball

You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister

Replaced by freak shit i am currently down for

Fuckin with me, and i'll put you into stitches

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Read a fuckin dictionary, menage a trois with lucy and mary,

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see