This is a song about "Crack ho"

I don't want it on my back

If it still has a crack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

So i went out, sold that crack

Boy, boy,ho, ho, what the fuck you gon' do when the world is done fuckin with you

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

Not physical but the coal is verbal, ho,

Poppa took the television, but left the radio

With me there was no condom on, she's such a ho.

Real recognize real, you need some id to be noticed though

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Ho ho ho. it's santa claus. at a brothel with a blonde bitch between his paws.

So tell me what they crack

Naked woman rub my back

Righty ho, that's drake's act copied

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed