This is a song about "Ciggarettes on the dole"

Pay dues like a hair salon

Burning up,turn the fan on/

' alright, already, the show goes on

And i'mma show you how the south was won

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

I'm a millionaire, you on the dole!

"hurry up, the cams on,

When you took my hand up so calm

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Your bitch fuck us up: every nigga that she meet

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

Sights set on the world and my finger on the trigger

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner