This is a song about "Cigars"

No gimmick: real time, real heart

Puns char the bar pump cigars hard

And all the pain the world cause she be healin' that shit

Cigars in these packet car keys after platinum profit

Can't see his son shine like the four tops

Whiskey cigars and fast cars?

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

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

Niggas talk murder, but they ain't gon ride

Cigars imported nice, nigga we alright,