This is a song about "This crystals got me tweaked"

I'm just trying to focus

Biggy's got you on this

Got me engraved in this sofa, zero production is what i make.

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

You fuckin pissed me off last night i ain't got time for all this fuss

I welcome with my handsand the red sun sinks at last

Yeah this shit got me feelin' like useless trash

Slice her neck, then do some dental, wear em like a necklace monumental

See the devil in me, it's essential in this rap game that you got potential

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

But this government got me feeling paranoid

Got a brain, a car, and a bunch of crystals,

Stack up your funds like a million bucks

Got all these girls around me this rap shit is alright

Watchin the cops roll byit ain't easy... that's right