This is a song about "Friends turn to the crack pipe"

Smack crack, so hard my eyes would turn black,

Where the black girls get their weaves back

Smokin' bean, everything i obtain i put to the pipe

Test the water let me know if the temperature right

It's the way we've adapted, though fuck it i made it happen

The sage is burnt to crumb, the pipe scorched like my laden lung

And i ain't talking rap, man, i'm coming up this road

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Just to show him he aint g, he aint slinging the crack

You gotta adapt though i'm never going back

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

Starting to, contemplate #suicide when taken away from the #pipe,

Niggas is hot when i hit the block, what if i die tonight

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I turn into a beast, i turn the booth to a shack,