This is a song about "Bad things abot tobacco"

She got something i never had

When i am mad, and things look bad/

Hindsight, dimes and fame, expensive things/

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

And brutally doing things

Spitting things inefficiently?

I'mma drop you off home quickly

That was my influence

That going through some things

But like all bad things you should realize, im just a lost soul in this

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

When i am mad, and things look bad/

This is why her nigga mad

You, you, you have to pay for that

She did things that were bad