This is a song about "Crack epidemic"

Just put your hand on the glass

They tripping from crack they stash

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

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

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

I got an epidemic in ma blood called a rapping

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Redbox flow and i do not date

Ill crack your shoulder blade

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

I promise i'mma call you back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

When under pressure, i never crack

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back