This is a song about "Crack rocks and weed"

Because all you expect us to do is smoke weed and do crack

Like you threw something to me-so i threw em back

Then all i really want is for her to get on top

You wouldn't be as high smoking crack rocks in a blackhawk,

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

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Smoking weed and listening to rap

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Crack dealers on the block, young niggas will tamper weed,

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Till you hit the rocks, and your motherfucking body rots.

Trying to say goodbye to the glamorous chains and cars

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox