This is a song about "Crack vivian"

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

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

And if we don't we'll have a race of babies

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

You got reason to brag

For what for cookin crack

To get them niggas while they laid back

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

So tell me what they crack

In the house, holla back

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Cookin' crack in my apron

Magic city tipping them

Can't win with a passive attack

All of us will eventually crack.