This is a song about "Cigarettes and weed"

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

From the weed staining and all thats remaining

But they ain't for rat tat tat-tat tat

Smoking weed and listening to rap

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

Dougie fresh up in the hood and he's bringing me my weed

The people ain't got shoes for they feet, or food to eat

Wordplay for days, smoking haze for days

Weed and rapping weed in jays

Weed smoke, booze and violence

Not king james, these were coke kings