This is a song about "Smoke rings"

Cause it'll never be the same hereso i wipe away the tears

Between the gold rings on her fingers and those diamond earrings in pairs

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

I think it's more racist than ratings

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play

But i got two a-mex's that look the same way

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

Finally the bell rings and then he finally realizes

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings