This is a song about "Bad things abot tobacco"

Now i focus on the things dat i want so bad,

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Hold it..now thank you for silence

And brutally doing things

I promise i'mma call you back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Earl boykins i 'm hearing voices i try and listen

Wish i could take back all he bad things ive done

The crown ruler is back

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

You don’t sleep on nothing but a comforter and skull cap

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Spending money when your wallet gets low

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

But like all bad things you should realize, im just a lost soul in this