This is a song about "He won t the smoke"

The game ain't pretty but i'm reppin' for my city

E to the t, r-o-i then add another t

I smoke on the best smoke

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Nigga cue me in i'm a peruvian drug lord

But ima celebrate like i won the award

Those faggots won the gay off

Organized crime, i kill your boss

Twice now i won the game like rigged dice

Niggas couldn’t tell if i was dead or alive

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

The sickest people couldn''t have even imagined

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Vomited on this teacher's t shirt, he asked me to leave

A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies