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

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

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

Cookin' in the old pot, turn into the crack rocks,

Fed up with all the frauds and left y'all without a job

My friends adding on to the adaptable work-load,

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

But i'm like fuck that, pass me the pipe

He's reached deep heights,to uncover the deal pipe

Yeah the coach used to say i was awesome, right

Last straw, fuck that, i'm who broke the camel's back

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

That's breaking bad, closest to the crack game that your eyes'll get

That whatever it creates it will land in the head

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

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