This is a song about "Crack up stuff"

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

Thank god i was smokin' crack all day and doped up on coke and smack

'09 gold diggers, walkin with a different path

You read my stuff and then you pucker up and kiss my ass

Crack-smokers up the back, be derro as fuck

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine/

Od'd on that mitchell-ness you thought it was '03 again

Crack hurts me cause syllables tear, slurring up courts like, "i ain't even there",

I split the blunt and rolled the fat one up deadly -- babylon beware

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

I popped him in his knees and shot him, punk.. please..cause cops should mind they business, when we rush

Lord's messengers flank in..lesser jerks crack up..weak believers..this lesson of theirs is rough/