This is a song about "Crack hous"

Bullet battles the barrel then smack. you're face will crack,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Cookin' crack in my apron

So now she picks up the gun

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

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

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

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Where the black girls get their weaves back

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

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