This is a song about "Cigarettes"

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

For a pack of cigarettes

I'm on deck i'm up next

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

Had to kick cigarettes

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

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

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke