This is a song about "Snortin crack"

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Bitches lining up lines snortin like its a banquet, so high bitches leaving me babies in baskets,

When love comes callin', don’t love back

My whip so dope boy it's crack

Can't crack me cipher vox

Fuckin' up my gold pots

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

Just to show him he aint g, he aint slinging the crack

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

I promise i'mma call you back

This is why her nigga mad

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

When it comes to beef it becomes a talent

Snortin straight off your tushy now i'm straight fucked

I can't turn back

Those words are real not crack,