This is a song about "Electronic cigarettes"

Any chick come around me, is never gon' leave me broke

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

A coward dies a thousand deaths

Had to kick cigarettes

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

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

But for now just roll it up and just become one with the breeze

Cigarettes only give me a minute of brief relief,

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

Could be applied to this shit

Not electronic but control it

Take her back to where i live

I'm the best electronic device.