This is a song about "Fuckin with crystal"

Nigga, this how it sound if a truck could rap

You're fuckin' with the fifi bag

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Before you disappear you is that crystal clear

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Yet i sparkle like a crystal

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

The battery packs and any bitch you ever kiss

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

Running with no fuckin shoe

Wolf gang, triple six crew

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

Bitch you look fuckin ugly with yo ass fulla snuff