This is a song about "Electronic cigarettes"

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

A good head on her shoulders, i need to feel that

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Bring the battering ram where you live

I'm the best electronic device.

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

For a pack of cigarettes

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

But i couldnt stop him from smoking all those cigarettes

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Ain't better, you better rebel, smell cheddar and shells