This is a song about "Smoke rings"

Listen to the lame rings of kids who play

And i can't even look the other way

Lord lord forgive us, personality clash

The bell rings and i walk up to next class

My mood swings - "it rings or wings" or "silently settle in morose"

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

Im hungrier than jordan with no rings

So i guess that's where i hide my things

On the road to riches and diamond rings

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Flaunting all my diamond rings, but i ain't got a thing,

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

Cause everytime yall come around

My phone rings and i wonder who you took next

I like a chick wit big breasts on her chest