This is a song about "Gaqka tobacco wise rock canoe"

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Contrary to the rule of the wise generals

Supposing career wise i'd picked hip hop

The pain don't stop, but my reign don't stop

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

I write rhymes, dry and wise

No pork on the fork, but it’s white in the pot

Tonight, i ain't here to party, i came to rock (rock)

Is there any love

And spit the wise verses,

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe