This is a song about "Bad things abot tobacco"

Cause real niggas do real things

But this ain't physics or rocket science

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though

You just working with the scraps you was given

Wish i could take back all he bad things ive done

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

See i let my nigga split that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

It's cause of you, see, you let him do that

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