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

Single mothers doing crack and drinkin', it's the hunger sounds,

Trapped in the projectsand the jury finds you guilty on all accounts

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

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

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

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

So anything do is everything to you

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

It's jungle when the niggas in zoo

Rolling weed and smoking it too

Doin time for slowguess she made a bad decision

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,