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

Saying "you've grown wise, this is good bye."

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Word to the wise, peace to the narrator.

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

Its sniper and bf gang thinking wise,

Your brains so fuckin wet your thoughts are in a canoe

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Bring the keys, oh my god

Cause baby you're my rock

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

Free throws of money, bet you can’t block

With the hammer and a rock