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

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

It use to be love, happiness and companionshipremember when i treated you good

You gotta understand man

Fitting ya without ma gang

With feelingsthis a mans world youngin'the bitches in businessso learn a 'lil something

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

She's cute but her forehead's big

Music is money, money isn't music

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

The clinical attempts at schizophrenia's critical

Haters beware, i can see clear

Fill you gas tank with fucking fear

Yet i sparkle like a crystal

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

It’s hard when starving marcus garvey messed with malcolm little

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