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

So i went out, sold that crack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Four big bottles of water a day, two packs of marlboro reds

I've been hustling that crack and i've been ducking the feds,

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

That's breaking bad, closest to the crack game that your eyes'll get

With a staggerin' pack of cocaine in the sack of my dick

You walk a few miles down my block then you'll see a crack addict

My so called mates all turned to snakes

Never the gold, i wanted gold plated chains

People love hodgy i hate you though

I'm missing the mates that i used to know.

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

Ironic since my drive increased, my driver see the profit

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

I ain't seen my lady in days, i been out on these streets so long