This is a song about "Cigarette daydreams"

Now nigga, look what hell madevisions of cops and sirens, niggas open fire

Don't fuck with a desperate rhymet, i'll burn you soul with an cigarette lighter.

Marijuana toking, cigarette smoking, neglected by life, reflected my emotions towards a knife,

Put the glocks on the bench pull out the knife ur fear laden eyes widen u start begging for ur life

Whether its, chaw, or a cigarette, well, im into it,

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

So im like fuck it, im out get on your head

Caught you smokin' my last cigarette,

And you are to serve the consequences of your evil schemes

Call me maeby fünke, making movies out of daydreams

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

Walk outside grab out a tobacco lined cigarette, and light it up,

Indeed, the flow raw just the same as my levi jeans

Steepen hills and silence sounds, we fostered throughout daydreams

But i don't need a cigarette, know what i mean?

As the chain swinglettin' shine, no sheenjust my dream