This is a song about "Crack out"

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

Your rhymes are all whack, there so shit you must of pulled em out of your crack,

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

I'm so ballin' i could sell you crack right out my front door

Skyrocket like weed on crack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

Take a crack at battling me, you'll be out back with my notepad up your damn ass

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

The third one is mixed, white and black

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

I'll slap the yapping crap out of you, packing macs, crack a gin,

For what for cookin crack

In the house, holla back