This is a song about "Dipping tobacco"

And niggas ain't shit but you already knew that

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

It's utterly bologna, so i'm muslim to these rappers

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

Psycho, maestro, orchestrate the life with the right flow

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

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

I'm an overachiever, so how about i start a team of leaders

It ain't nothing though

I spit raps like tobacco