This is a song about "Sadness and cigarettes"

For a pack of cigarettes

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

They ain't hard, swear to god. these niggas ain't real at all

I'm the definition of sadness and bawl

My music feeds on sadness and rage,

You see i promised that i'd never change

Bodies break down and still smoking cigarettes,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

Of cigarettes, cancer sticks, almighty fire with no smoke

No more fucking cigarettes lit, no more stupid ass presentations and useless magazine ad bits

And everybody grieves, but still nobody seesrecollect your thoughts don't get caught up in the mix

Them haters wishing they could see my demise

I looked sadness dead in its cold eyes

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

It was a few chords when i was bored, and it cut through the sadness