This is a song about "Crack heroine and metanfetamine"

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

That it snaps fast and the backlash will crack backs

Like i'm only serving 20 rocks

We rock? crack rocks and slap box

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

I put a condom on my heart, i don't be feeling shit

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

And i'll crack any minute and split you open like melons,

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

I'm everything that they call nice

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack