This is a song about "How crystals are made"

Outfits is ruthless, now your bitch is choosing

Hello challenger how are you doing,

You owe me, homie have that now

Your friends are left wondering how

Get off a key like i can’t sing

How my writtens are invigorating,

Streaks are made to broken

Bet i get like 8 of them

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

All cough, crystals off yellow brick road/

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

This is for the magic grill where noodle dreams are made

Play this shit while you contemplate

How every choice and every move made

Death maps, in a lion's sense, alliances, are made by riff-raff,

But i don’t knock you i just blame it on your old head, rats