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

My rings, gold, diamond, and crystal glared

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Strange fruit grew from wicked roots, you'd fiend for money trees

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

My pistol close in handconvinced this is my year

Before you disappear you is that crystal clear

Why are you talking about your gang

$100 measles man, issue me with ego man

But never once in a gang

I put that shit on my man

For 5 grand, with intentions to expand

So ima cashin on a half tank

Odd future wolf gang like they're filmin' twilight in this bitch

You think you're hip, you got that tank at abercrombie & fitch

Yet i sparkle like a crystal

I don't need no single