This is a song about "How crystals are made"

The angels are baffled how well i entangle,

Slip capsules in a glass, she dizzy rascal

For real my fists are made of steal

Touching on that ass, tryna get a feel

I'm going to start with how are you

I'm here tryin' to pull you through

I gotta tell you right now

Your friends are left wondering how

God damn i'm starvin' and i just ate

How every choice and every move made

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

Yea well that explains how i made your ass collapse,

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Streaks are made to broken

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Got a brain, a car, and a bunch of crystals,