This is a song about "Crack head dingle"

So tell me what they crack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

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

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Right flows down and they might go nice

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

You know we all smoke crack, weird

Yeah, i never dreamed of a gift

Bun b, i’m underground king

Mostly crack engineering

See dog? rap is my aim

"well, theres some crack cocaine"

I can't turn back

If it still has a crack

Shop at saks fifth like it's a target

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip