This is a song about "Ciggarettes on the dole"

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

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

"hurry up, the cams on,

Pay dues like a hair salon

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

' alright, already, the show goes on

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes

Saw the bombs on the news

Shifting on and on through the grey.

I want to feel her in every way

Choked the one on the throne

Please sugar don't come alone

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

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

Bring on the new replacement, selling dope on the pavement

Forreal, i got a pole in the basement