This is a song about "Smoking crack"

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

I've got nothin' to worry about

Spoken loud they smoking out

Sneak up on attack

For what for cookin crack

Where the black girls get their weaves back

When under pressure, i never crack

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

So i went out, sold that crack