This is a song about "Crack cocain"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

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

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Just to show him he aint g, he aint slinging the crack

Now look: the change has come

Cookin' crack in my apron

She leave her hair in the sink

You know we all smoke crack, weird

Listen, these niggas is tripping

You're in another crack house drinking,

Hoping that he's listening

Mostly crack engineering

Top dropped down, black on black

So tell me what they crack