This is a song about "How smoking is bad"

But all this stress still nobody knows how bad the pain gets.

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

But seemingly believe it though

Smoking is easy just inhale and blow/

When everybody around you is either dead or smoking crack,

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

Keep on smoking till you pass out is what i believe in

And kids no matter how bad you get knocked down

Tried to find ammo but it's none around town

It's so hard for civilians, thank god you with a boss

A heart attack, son, cause a how bad that was."

As my record label nitpicks at this

I ask him how the bad bitches