This is a song about "Crack pipes gets thrown around"

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And punches thrown with metal rings

Half these niggas working now, they knocked it down, they're going back

One ill cop scars to back/ he gets whipped and whipped but he won't crack/

Whenever i'm through, you already on the phone

With kids who feel like nothing and relate when words are thrown,

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

For what for cookin crack

Quick flipping up sexy back

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home

Just like you man i feel like im getting thrown

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Let it be known, i'm king and this pad is my thrown