This is a song about "Smoking crack with tha real g niggas"

You in lame in real life, but real g on the track

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

You wouldn't be as high smoking crack rocks in a blackhawk,

Let em play with her box, she give the greatest top

Go where you ain't been

Smoking weed with depression,

He want to be a real g at killing the puss

Signing off brother ali, sincerely yours

Bitch i got that fucking swag, you don't know my fucking dad

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,

Wit my kin that i came in wit

Real niggas get real shit

Woof, bitch, top doglay yo girl face on my lap, let her play with my sack

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,