This is a song about "Electronic cigarettes"

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

It’s a fact that i ain’t givin’ up my stacks like that

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Smoking crews like good weed or cigarettes

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

For a pack of cigarettes

Convertibles with turbo jets

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

Ayo this is black ice but i light up like cigarettes

Everybody coming home deserve a white benz

The emergency room, gettin stitches

The game is electronic cat piss