This is a song about "Blowing smoke rings on da pussy"

And i got a little big, keep it low key

Blowing smoke my nigga it's looking like a chimney

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Live off my lie and my lullaby

And i ain’t gotta say i’m fly, this g5 with the crew

Pussy niggas dont want war da hood will never match you

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Lookin' at the bad bitches, smokin' on the best smoke

They say he the key to my blessings

On the road to riches and diamond rings

Slobs on floor, now da crips on the rise

Married to this rap shit, tell em' throw the rice

Eating on that pussy they all come around

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd