This is a song about "Cigarettes"

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Roll up niggas be like sex

Had to kick cigarettes

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

Guess you niggas wasn't listening, homeroom shit

For a pack of cigarettes

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss