This is a song about "Ciggarettes on the dole"

My goal is going gold with out selling my soul

I'm a millionaire, you on the dole!

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Saw the bombs on the news

She told me erything is real

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

' alright, already, the show goes on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

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

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

You cant grab on whats on the news

Niggas die over shoes

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

Now all i am is alone

Choked the one on the throne