This is a song about "Ciggarettes on the dole"

Crip on the run, nipsey hustle on the gun

Ross and folarin, couple women

Mirror mirror on the wall on the wall,

You an amateur, they wanna pro to call

No rubber sole, hardwood bastard

Spitting on the side walk cussing on the curb

Shifting on and on through the grey.

Why i can't move away

Choked the one on the throne

Far away from home

Layin on his chest in the sand time forgotten on the dash.

And there's wet pussy on my face shake that ass

"hurry up, the cams on,

That's word to my mom

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and