This is a song about "Money crystal"

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

The watch cost me 2; your bitch, free

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

Sometimes you go stores and buy everything that you see

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

But you the one on crystal meth, bitch my rhymes are limitless

But i kinda like your company

How to get my rent money

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

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

Getting to the money

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free