This is a song about "Don t get smoked"

You don;t thin anymore

Just as you rose you will fall

That fire flow the finest women i adore

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

I dare you to approach n watch you get smoked

I'll tell you true stories, how i coldly hold heat

I ain't never smoked smoked a philly blunt or even weed

That's word to my mom

Since i was killed by the don,

I’m kickin’, pimpin’, like liu kang, my coupe smokin’ like friday

T get this paper so my get to see the holiday

Rat t-t-t-tatted up on my back

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

Weight stand out like pimples and cold-sore lips

"you only smoked one?" bitch i smoked six