This is a song about "Crack and marijuana"

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

It's all too black for me to blame it on the man

With rappers, crack and gats in hand, send drones to pakistan,

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

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

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

I can eradicate a village if you give me a beat, huh

Who the hell would go and wanna, call themselves "marijuana",

Marijuana my profession

I make songs about shit for attention