This is a song about "Smoking crank"

Every afternoon after school crank the tunes and wait for the moon

And take him to a place that i'm sure we all can blow up, boom

Openly smoking dope from the grocery

Once as a slave who imagined being free

Crank it up like you don't give a fuck fuck fuck

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

She's tryna fall back, cuz she say i'm all that

Smoking weed and listening to rap

Relax my mind smoking a joint

Now i get laid-off, notice y'all employed

You all niggas ain't even on my level

The records been set, crank the bass and treble

Smoking on that cali weed smoking on that oj green

Your developmental league don’t see a team

Then crank up the sub woofers up loud

Ride him all around, when he hits the ground