This is a song about "Fuck cigarettes"

Had to kick cigarettes

A coward dies a thousand deaths

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

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

Don’t mean to disrespect you

Fuck what you say fuck what you do

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Fuck hollywood fuck fame and fortune

When they here today what you say to them

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

We hustle to survive

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

Get the zippo and spark the shit

Fuck being counterfeit