This is a song about "Crack vivian"

You know we all smoke crack, weird

Young, handsome and focused

I get more from banks than aunt vivian

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

We can make more, make babies

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

They tripping from crack they stash

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last

Those words are real not crack,

Goddamn, the boy's back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

My whip so dope boy it's crack

New york, va, dc, get paid

Ill crack your shoulder blade

Cookin' crack in my apron

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done