This is a song about "Bad ideas"

So i needs to hit a lick, drasticallyi see some balding-ass niggas and they slipping in my spot

Nah, i ain't even gonna pretend that you fought. my ideas are not something that cannot be bought.

Get him a mauri flow, from the mauri show

Overflowing ideas with nowhere to go.

Ideas that are brighter, than any kind of liar

And if you’re proud of it let me see your lighter

It's actually disastrously bad

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Head game outta control, super heroes on the floor

Of my ideas, you not gonna know whats in store

But once the smoke clears, you right back where you was

Frowned tears, downed beers, use my pen for ideas,

Coat hangers on a bed/ ideas passing, keeping fed/

That's equivalent, to the poison in a cigarette