Crack Cocaine of low quality.
Not so bad that you wouldn't wish it on anyone, yet not good enough for your own upturned nose.
Biff: Preston, that loser from down the hall was back again tonight... he wanted to light up so I gave him some of your Gift Crack. Hope you don't mind.
Preston: No problem, Biff... that's what it's there for!
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