This is a song about "Crack and weed"

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

I eat shrooms, and smoke a fuck-load of weed,

That hands you weed and alcohol

And could i be a star

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack

Of the coke and the smoke of weed

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Eyes all stickin' like honey on bees

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

And you just wanna tell her everything she might need

Skyrocket like weed on crack

Snapple fact: you rather wack