This is a song about "Dipping tobacco"

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

I spit raps like tobacco

My niggas is winning though

Everyone who left me for nothing tell em to call back

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

No dipping wrapping up evil first, real spitta is it a gift or a curse

See embraces, fall short on the numb tips of street entrepeneur fingers