This is a song about "The plug didnt come through that crystal wasnt really true on the move to get more"

Past all these glass jaws and assholes that claim

Pull the plug on the hypothetical drain

As i'm watching the snow fall

Staring at the crystal ball

And by the time that others come, i won't be here no more.

My nigga hustle all day in front of the corner store

So don't be acting shyi run my fingers through your hairthen i lay you on the bed

But the flow is just so true to me the speakers bass shooting through to me i get

Mood constantly on the move

Niggas die over shoes

From where they take them old beats and turn em into news

Listen to eminem, that would be the right move.

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

Move from the past to the present on the train

But you the one on crystal meth, bitch my rhymes are limitless

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love