This is a song about "Cigarettes"

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

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

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Help me pay my little rent, maybe sit in a benz

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

But i couldnt stop him from smoking all those cigarettes

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat