This is a song about "Crack smoking"

Chat up your lookin off your knee pad

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

Bring that shit the fuck back

So i went out, sold that crack

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

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Fuck what them niggas saying i hit whoever at bat

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

For what for cookin crack

The crown ruler is back

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

I'm jokin, smoking reefer

When under pressure, i never crack

Skin tone i wish i could take it back