This is a song about "Your bitch is on the crack"

I'm trying to make a way, she never call back

I ain't buying your diss towards 'mac were you on crack?

I put your bitch in the bed than we fucking on your door

My ambition is ammunition if this is war

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

So sit back while ya get verbally bitch-smacked cause i'm on crack

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

And your neighborhood is infested with sluts and crack addicts,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

I broke mama heart with no college

I'm the prophecy ,your the bitch

I'm at morgan, howard, coppen, trying to find that higher knowledge

Cause this is how i feel when i ain’t rappin on the mic you bitch

Order shit load crack on ebay, bitch that's called underground ties

Cherry red dice i’m a gambling man i’m never taking twice