This is a song about "Money house and crack"

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

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

So when i rape a bitch i hold her down and get my best nut

Money come and money go still money problems addin up

"ma, i gotta eat...i don't know your religion

Shit, six bitches in a crack-house kitchen

This aint drug money, baby it's thug money and love money,

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

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

They got me goin mad, i'm knockin busters on they backs

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

Vroom vroom, keep the motor running girl, you know it don't stop

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

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

You're in another crack house drinking,

Bobbing and weaving, spiritual hymn singing