This is a song about "Niggas on crack in detroit"

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

It is said to be more powerful than god on crack,

Somebody tell satan that i want my fuckin' swag back

I swear to god i go in on these niggas no homo

Shawty open your soul, pray that protools agree though

On the road to riches this is the fork i'm hitting

You're in another crack house drinking,

Leather face, jack the ripper, and even hitler, im all 3 rolled into one joint,

420 your a bitch your flow is wack and your a complete lmae faggot you dont live in detroit

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I got these niggas livin in nightmares and my bitches on speed dial

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

Den i tell that ho ain't no coming back

You niggas under cars you should be unemployed

Whether in the desert sands or the depths of detroit,