This is a song about "Money crystal"

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

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

How to get my rent money

I'm a baller, literally

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

I pry my eyes from that crystal glassed mirror.

With a gun, wish i could see him clearer

Than the muse of a family

Getting to the money

Baby, let me give you a call

Staring at the crystal ball

I reel them in, goadomes on see

Getting to the money