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

But now i'm pointin the finger at police

Flipping japanese at ease when i'm stacking g's

We got young people's lives at stake

Vanilla ice flipping real estate/

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

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

The jager in my cup is licorice black

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?

And tell all you mates that im killin you

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

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

You know the tricks that i am flipping they are (freaking) ill

Not a whack job that packs crack rocks in the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

In that sense i spat chips of crack mixed with acid