This is a song about "Electronic cigarettes"

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

I'm the best electronic device.

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

Cigarettes when i'm finished, it's rigorous, to win this meager diss

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

And dip her teeth in gold molds and flossed the shit

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,