This is a song about "Bad things abot tobacco"

And anyway, you hear all of these bad things about the internet,

Not mine, i'm with wale, i'm just a tourist on the set

Graduated from rosé, addicted to blow

I spit raps like tobacco

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

The deepest of your feelings

Realising that world leans on things

Walk outside grab out a tobacco lined cigarette, and light it up,

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Cause real niggas do real things

When you spill out hits

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

This is the second best idea that we’ve ever had

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things