This is a song about "Cigar"

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Pussy ass cop puffed is cigar, but thus far,

Sure it's nice to spark up a cigar,

Just to let you know, you are

Critics, they will smoke you like a cuban cigar,

When i step up out the maserati car

How simple they are

You get close but no cigar

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

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

I bring her to the bar, spark up my cigar

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

The underdog of the underground has come far

We all make a resolution puffing on a cigar