This is a song about "How crystals are made"

I'm going to start with how are you

Uh, i'm tryna learn something new

Said i'm just tryna do this quick like make haste

Snakes are just curious of how you taste

So quit talk about how good you are

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

How you gon battle me wit a style dat i made up?

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Got tired of running from the police

Letters are rambunctious made from f~leece,

Back to times square...i got dimes here

For real my fists are made of steal

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

I got to make sure that i can play here

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Cause thats how effective my rhymes are