This is a song about "Him and cigarettes"

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Ayo this is black ice but i light up like cigarettes

I'll carry him and throw him into some wired barbs

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And all the girls we knew that screamed fuck you going let me then

Words corrupted him and made him self concious again,

Him, and motherfucking pounded

Get the zippo and spark the shit

And nobody talks to him and nobody tries

Feed niggas shells like my motherfucking beach is nice

Blazing gats at flaming fags like british dudes with cigarettes,

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

Sweet, okay makes sense

For a pack of cigarettes