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

Do it like tonyfuck her friendthen i pass her to the big homiegot a sign on my dick

To a people i don’t know, a strange.

And i doubt that ever change

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

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

But never once in a gang

I am just a man

Music is money, money isn't music

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Music girls and money yea that's what its all about, all about

We ain't on the court but everything is getting boxed out

Cause i got the burner in the hand

So ima cashin on a half tank

The world seems strange at times

Short days, long nights