This is a song about "Snortin crack"

Cookin' crack in my apron

Something wicked this way come

Ain't even tryna hold back

So i went out, sold that crack

And daddy's in the cadillac

All of us will eventually crack.

I can't turn back

For what for cookin crack

Weird daydreams like i'm always on crack

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Can't crack me cipher vox

Sb nike's, with the grey box

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

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

They fasting they won't leave me ate

Ill crack your shoulder blade