This is a song about "Matin the fein for nicotine"

As a fein/ my mother tried to brain wash my dome/ wouldnt let

But i can't cause my eyes are red, now he's dead

I spitting bars the metronome the money machine

I get a craving like i fiend for nicotine

But this nicotine addiction

Girl listen, trying to position

But really we're just lyrical, our raps are dope like nicotine,

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

Get you hooked like nicotine, raps ain't for human beings,

But whatever it is baby hope you pledge to your dreams, forever my queen

Im still only fifteen, and if you havnt already seen im addicted to nicotine,

Me love you long time

And you can call me a fein

Follow to your limousine, stuck you like a nicotine patch

I just wanna pick you up and take you to a wrestling match