God created anything better than fat cocaine, he kept that shit for himself
I mean, that shit is like truth serum
You truly expose who you are
I mean, if you happen to be a low life white bastard motherfucker
Who would sell out this dude for him to suck off that glass dick
Crack'll bring you right on in the light
Man, I don't care if you black, white, Chinese, rich, poor
You take that first sniff, you on a mission
And that mission will never end
And when the house, the money, loved ones are gone
And they send you to the joint, you still gon' try to cop
Only time it ends, strike that mission is when you six feet under
No doubt
And that's why I don't ever wanna hear about you using this shit, you understand me