This is a song about "Bad things abot tobacco"

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

Them niggas all peaked, but you ain't seen a niggas limit yet

These chalance give me balance

Cause real niggas do real things

She did things that were bad

Yeah, the sex in the sack

How you gonna look in your son's face and turn your back

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

I did bad things and it was a crime

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

I don't got no time to call, hope that you ain't mad though

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Wish i could take back all he bad things ive done

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son