This is a song about "Cigarettes"

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

But i couldnt stop him from smoking all those cigarettes

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

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

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

Had to kick cigarettes