This is a song about "Sipping that crack"

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

Know that they're corrupt, brought crack and liquor to the ghetto,

So much class, double d’s and ass

And sipping the jack they pass

We laced that cia crack well, now they won't trace us,

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

Binded between, carryin' the flag for an area that drag

Planin that come back shit like you cookin crack?

120 in the ghost take my bitch shopping

Sitting loose sipping booze came knocking

Fall in love with defeat, throw my endeavors on the shelf

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