This is a song about "Whipping crack"

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

So keep dreaming and whipping ya hair,

And now i walk around without a care

Where the black girls get their weaves back

If it still has a crack

Kick to the chest, your ribs go crack

I promise i'mma call you back

Dressed in black,selling to kids cheap crack

I don't know why i'm even on this track

When under pressure, i never crack

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black

"well, theres some crack cocaine"

I got that goodman game

They tripping from crack they stash

So much class, double d’s and ass