This is a song about "Haters crack bandz"

And goin' half on a motherfuckin' hundred sack

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

Twista finna get up on the track

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

Hey yo im cashin in on these haters

If it still has a crack

Naked woman rub my back

Sold crack to those who do crack in the strip

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

When that money calls i holla back

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

For what for cookin crack

Wonder if they take it all back

Snapple fact: you rather wack

Those words are real not crack,