This is a song about "Crack home"

Fight the temptation but it keep coming back

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Can't win with a passive attack

So i went out, sold that crack

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

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

If i die before i wake

Ill crack your shoulder blade

Runnin home invasions

Fuck, clean up on aisle six

They're telling you too go home

Girlfriends, groupies, then i'm all alone

And i'ma call it my home

Don’t hit my twitter, leave me alone

With my red p hat, nigga you know we back

When under pressure, i never crack