This is a song about "Sellin crack"

Where the black girls get their weaves back

So tell me what they crack

All of us will eventually crack.

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Cause his toys are better than what yo sellin on the street

Like you never get right? sort of like a black sheep

We the moody, gucci, louis and pucci men

This shit is irrelevant, these drugs i'm sellin em

I go dough let around, my ho slow head around

Didn't fucking know i was sellin that loud

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

Sellin’ crack to the youths, who just take it in,

Fuck sellin it to the devil the government already took it

Can i meet that, where you be at, everybody try to beat that