This is a song about "Black crack and rick racks"

I nurture their brain, i'm moving the movement

I think im rick ross cause i swear that ima boss and

Stack a gang of bricks racks on racks get our grind on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

To their backs and attract the black on black

Skin tone i wish i could take it back

And hold on, we go longyou feel that, we get that

Black magic crack addicts, better wear a flak jacket,

What them tippers don't see

And had a good black friday

I spit this sick as shit and slick as rick, diss the system,

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,