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

Put bills under the mattress to turn me to a dreamer

Whether watching for the feds or avoiding the grim reaper

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

And don't perform after him or you might regret

Must be a lady in tha light

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

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

To big to thin we crack under the pressure

The jager in my cup is licorice black

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

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Pills turn to crack and a buncha madness no college classes

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

While i'm layin in the coffinthe shit comes around so often

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans

The cia would plot to sell the crack, and flooded the streets,