This is a song about "Money crystal"

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

I be ahead of these niggas last king guillotine

Crystal clear like your mind, once you rip apart their spleen.

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Music is money, money isn't music

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

I heard that time is money

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Y'all say you're holding pistols here, now i see crystal clear,

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

Your two lips they smell like tulips so official

Yet i sparkle like a crystal

And my songs when they reach they official