This is a song about "Cigarettes"

Have some adultery, baby, don't you go be so childish

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

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

I still wonder while you little niggas still breathe

See it's simply greed, it's such a need to say your broke

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

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

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

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

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense