This is a song about "Smoking crack"

I ain't a drinker, i'm a thinker, call it what you want

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

Soon as i turn the bottle more liquor spillin' back

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

What the fans can't see that mm-mirror gon notice back

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

And there's no way i can pay you back

When under pressure, i never crack

Make the fingers snap

Skyrocket like weed on crack

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Smoking sticky fixtures