This is a song about "Cigars"

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

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

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

More props. r.i.p., my poor pops

Niggas dumb to be braggin bout that stupid shit

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

Hoes gossip while the real niggas on the grind

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

I'm so intact so i stay sharp