This is a song about "Kyle quinn jaxon and nakarin smoking crack"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

I’m smoother than alopecia skin

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

You wouldn't be as high smoking crack rocks in a blackhawk,

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

She's in her brand new coupe and she's smoking too

Make daddy proud: i love every one of you

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

And to my soldiers rocking green in the country

Y'all hit the pen but y'all talk about crack and the money,

I earn constant feedback, i don't earn for coke and crack

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back