This is a song about "See mates flipping that crack"

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Vigorously flipping bitches, niggas getting sick of us

My brains the thing that pull it, mates be telling me to cool it

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

That flooded streets with crack is comin 'back, it was never gone,

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

You went over to a friends and got fucked deep in that ass crack

Take you out kentland and show you a zoo

And tell all you mates that im killin you

Haters gunna see that

I promise i'mma call you back

That crack had my feeling like i was above everybody else,

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

My so called mates all turned to snakes

I'm back on these highways moving cakes