This is a song about "Cigars"

February cold as my heart

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Sb nike's, with the grey box

My conscious only knew whats half tight

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

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

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far