This is a song about "Money house and crack"

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Get drunk and wobble to nearest house full of waffles,

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

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

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

I didn't take my fucking ritalin, this is a hype track

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

House and then the mini flat apartment in the city cracks,

My issue isn't televised and you ain't gotta tell the wise

Now middle class with a nice house and a better life,

Gods words all cursed like crackshai-tan's way of gettin us back

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

Feeling weak, no money no #job just a pipe and some crack #rock,

Had so much kush and ciroc, bitch, i think my heart stop

Thanks for the house and your bitch gift,

You're talking to one of the greatest