This is a song about "Smoking crack"

When love comes callin', don’t look back

When under pressure, i never crack

Dead faces keep my money in a body bag

Acting like you smoking crack, are y'all on coke and smack,

The third one is mixed, white and black

So i went out, sold that crack

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

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

Can't win with a passive attack

Those words are real not crack,

Put a g spot on a 8 cloud

Spoken loud they smoking out