This is a song about "Cigarettes"

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

Lyrically or physically, step to me, you rest in peace

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

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

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

Probably seen meaner bars probably in the feds

But i couldnt stop him from smoking all those cigarettes

Ayo this is black ice but i light up like cigarettes

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

A coward dies a thousand deaths

For a pack of cigarettes