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

A couple of sprites but no beer

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Music is my money, and i'll never stop until my system stops running

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

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

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

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Music is done without love but is done for the money

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Odd future wolf gang, wolf gang pack viscous

Maybe one day, i can say, i'm apart of strange music, but i know thats just a lucid

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Track 10.) strange fruition (strange fruition)

She feels a baby is the way to save her relationship that ain't nothing

Music is my money, and i'll never stop until my system stops running