This is a song about "Dipping tobacco"

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

Get rough with me, that night flow

I spit raps like tobacco

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

Walk outside grab out a tobacco lined cigarette, and light it up,

But she only fuck with boss niggas - lames, you outta luck

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

Hit the club she drop it low

Dipping in'n'out like argo/

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw