This is a song about "Crack epidemic"

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

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Those words are real not crack,

I don't want it on my back

Cookin' crack in my apron

For those whey no fit dey fix son

"well, theres some crack cocaine"

They think they bring that pain

Snapple fact: you rather wack

So i went out, sold that crack

I got an epidemic in ma blood called a rapping

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

For what for cookin crack

In the house, holla back

Guess i'm self made

Ill crack your shoulder blade