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

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

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

Slinging crack rocks on the clock a paradox

Bail was a quarter mill, they put me in a box

I'm above the average rapper cause this is crack i spit

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Is paralyzed//one eye on your bitch the other eye on the prize//the fucking

I see a f-cken stargot your momma screamingfor me, like i'm eldebargelookin at my skin

On the track, cuz your shit is whack

Twista finna get up on the track

These hoes ain't checking for no nigga with no vehicle

Your voice sounds like you’re always on the crack and crystal,

No wonder, crack is addictin', the good feelin' is so predictin'//

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission