This is a song about "Cigars"

Y'all could be the star in my ficky spot light

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Guess i'll meet her right back at start

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

When bret hart meet brett farve

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

I'm waking up with something 20-something fly shit

I gaze at stars, puffing on cigars, i'm the rap tsar

She od's on louboutin, she work at that nudie bar