This is a song about "Making crack"

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Crack cocaine they'll crack it get they money and stack it

If it still has a crack

Don’t you be holding back

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Sneak up on attack

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

Snapple fact: you rather wack

And this will be the song that we sing

Rawest practice and making

Flapjack, ooh he bring

While im in the making

I'm on fire, whole hood blazing

A ghetto in the making.

Top dropped down, black on black

For what for cookin crack