This is a song about "Niggers smoking crack"

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Get in the mood on blacc friday

Stay smoking on the hay

I do the right thing

Mostly crack engineering

While im dishing out all of their wishes and burnin em faster than niggers in

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

As my record label nitpicks at this

My squad, holler the loudest, y'all niggers childish

If it still has a crack

Make the fingers snap

For every niggers who died protesting through the streets

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Quick flipping up sexy back

So tell me what they crack