This is a song about "Bad things abot tobacco"

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

Now this counselor is trying to tell me that i'm emo, she don't give a fuck

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

So as soon as i hear y'al on some real pro black

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Y’all little ass niggas can’t fuck with that

Dc's here, this is where crack lives

Realising that world leans on things

Now i'm thinkin about doin some bad things

I think it's more racist than ratings

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

See, it's something about commitment though

May just gon' bring hobo back

When i am mad, and things look bad/