This is a song about "Vodka and crack"

They don't see the corner men and the crack that they smoke,

But i'm broke as fuck too bitch, we on the same boat

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Of the devil and then dance with him, drinkin' vodka,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

And then the cia come and they flood the streets with crack,

Right flows down and they might go nice

Palms sweating and heading to crack keys

Look how i do it, yo i'm taking you back

I earn constant feedback, i don't earn for coke and crack

Or maybe i'll just watch us distribute drugs and lace the crack,

Blindfolded my own insecurity was holding me back

Well, brenda's barely got a brain

And i lost a couple over crack cocaine

I left the city for a minute but it's still on my back

And people right down the street from us are still smoking crack,