This is a song about "Picking up cigarettes"

Picking words from the top of my cranium

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

I snatch your girl if you're slipping

Bring down your tower i'm picking

But i couldnt stop him from smoking all those cigarettes

When i die tell them to turn my coffin to stretch benz

Aimin' at his partner who know he up next

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

All my friends, weed & cigarettes so i take a hit//

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Then i switched the grill on the chevy, got a nose job

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

I suppose, when i'm finished,ill hook ya up with a date but i'm picking the thickest

This ain't a trick bitch cause i'm the realist there is, to ever fuckin exist