This is a song about "Trivia crack"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

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

Pump, fake, jumpshot, ball hit the back

Sold sega games, his cousin sold crack

Gotta h town girl, codeine sipping

Mostly crack engineering

So tell me what they crack

The door crack, niggas all black

St. louis, detroit, chi-town, nap

Skyrocket like weed on crack

And it weighs a ton

Cookin' crack in my apron

I don't want it on my back

For what for cookin crack

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

But in the meantime it's lights please