This is a song about "Crack"

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

When under pressure, i never crack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Can't win with a passive attack

For what for cookin crack

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

Wonder if they take it all back

Two dyke jawns but tonight they straight

Ill crack your shoulder blade

Those words are real not crack,

Make the fingers snap

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

When that money calls i holla back

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack