This is a song about "Ciggarettes on the dole"

' alright, already, the show goes on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Your body's saying things i ain't never heard

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

Than the birds on the wire

I got more hoes than tiger

Let's get it on like desert storm, the pentagon for steppin' on,

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

' alright, already, the show goes on

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

I lost my connection with my woman

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

He been waiting for his connection to come

On the cloud the cpu fan's not held on by gum