This is a song about "Crack fein"

Wonder if they take it all back

So tell me what they crack

Funking , dope fein/ a sinful , physchotic life , a path chosen for

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

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

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

And they label me king... you can come and take it back

This is why her nigga mad

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

May just gon' bring hobo back

In the house, holla back

Those words are real not crack,

When that money calls i holla back

So i went out, sold that crack