This is a song about "Ass crack"

I'm about to snap

For what for cookin crack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Cookin' crack in my apron

The 7-pick up, yukon, the range is come

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Ill crack your shoulder blade

I'm dreaming to be great

Top dropped down, black on black

So tell me what they crack

Im clean and slick, i crack bones, and stab bones, and ass bones

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

All of us will eventually crack.

Can't win with a passive attack