This is a song about "Crack smoking"

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

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

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

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

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

I got a dolla and a dream, real niggas on my team

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

I'm jokin, smoking reefer

What is hittin' for

Yeah, the sex in the sack

Those words are real not crack,

If you thought it, it better be what you want

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

When under pressure, i never crack

And there's no way i can pay you back