This is a song about "Strange crystal music money tank gang"

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

A couple of sprites but no beer

Fitting ya without ma gang

Live my life through some film, man

Nick will pop to with a pistol turn you into a crystal

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Fuck, she already lookin strange,

With foreign names, valet the range

That happen to act like a black president

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

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

Majors misbehaving i'mma have to take it digital

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free

Music is done without love but is done for the money

Keeping my lyrical, intelligence higher than bitches on crystal,

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