This is a song about "Stop shooting up crack"

So i ended up all alone

Stop blowin up my phone

Whaddup hoops, tell them it was for the money

Pops locked up so mama couldn't stop me

The dealers made that shit into crack and they cooked it up,

Like my remy with no juice, you a lot like bishop

Why am i back to shooting up again?

Niggas start listenin', and what i'm givin' them

I feel goodgot some time off, girl it's been so long

Little kids and crack hustlers shooting 'em with nines drawn,

Without your love it's cold as fuck

Untill my heart stop beating up

Crack hurts me cause syllables tear, slurring up courts like, "i ain't even there",

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Your bitch kind of ugly but she sure fill up them jeans

Stop lacing weed with nicotine, move crack with triple beams,