This is a song about "Ciggarettes on the dole"

I wonder why, i sit and cry

On my ride on the bills baby i

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

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

' alright, already, the show goes on

' alright, already, the show goes on

As: i’m layin’ in the cut waitin’ for your mom

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

Rap hero but wasn't nicer, prior

Than the birds on the wire

You cant grab on whats on the news

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

Grams on the deal i got hands on the wheel,

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here