This is a song about "Bts crack"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Can't win with a passive attack

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Thinking this shit's dope, yaw are on crack.

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

If i lost you be patient

You know we all smoke crack, weird

I pop one, you pop one

Cookin' crack in my apron

This is why her nigga mad

If it still has a crack

So i went out, sold that crack

Don’t you be holding back