This is a song about "Smoke rings"

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

And my rings 14 carat

Lungs get filled with potent smoke

When i'm on it, on it like my job

The voices making noises constant rings in my head,

You smell the ounce, i ain't even in ya house yet

Simple timing and found i can run rings round

Cause everytime you come around

Finally the bell rings and then he finally realizes

Twenty-million dollar nigga, but i do it like this

On the road to riches and diamond rings

As far as these bars, my flow life sentence

Lil prps like 3 digits

Theyre called chains and rings

The battle ain't over till the black man sings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings