This is a song about "Crack cocain"

In the house, holla back

For what for cookin crack

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

But we’ve been going through this thang since way back

? all white but the phantom is all black

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

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

Cookin' crack in my apron

Baby you're the one

All of us will eventually crack.

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Those words are real not crack,

Bring that shit the fuck back