This is a song about "Josh on smack"

Fourth quarter, that sack; fourth ward in all black

Walk righ up and give um a smack

The tracks on snack off raps, see stacks from back of my slacks

Actually i'm on welfare and poor, smack 'em, live with blacks,

I'm tired of them talking smack on my track.

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

Acting like you smoking crack, are y'all on coke and smack,

She just laughs as her life starts flashing back

Told josh and vlad boy they were glad

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack

As i light one for ill will

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Smack another person dead

Tired of hearin' these voices in my head