This is a song about "Bad things abot tobacco"

You got that indie glow

I spit raps like tobacco

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

But this ain't physics or rocket science

I would do awful awful things

Hit your block with a glock, blog that

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Wish i could take back all he bad things ive done

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Realising that world leans on things

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

They say he the key to my blessings

And brutally doing things