This is a song about "Cigar coop"

Its somethin like manute bol

You get close but no cigar

I bring her to the bar, spark up my cigar

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Pussy ass cop puffed is cigar, but thus far,

Them cowboy country singers going forever recoup

The gospel or scoop the message let out of the coop

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

I'll lick off his top, like a cuban cigar

We be in the party like we own that bar

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

I'm commander coop, making obsolete every single other pair of troops

To tell you were being lied to,manipulated by disguised fools

We all make a resolution puffing on a cigar

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car