This is a song about "Smoke rings"

Blue smoke rings sail through the sky

Damn is your mattress dry

Stores with drugs,battles without rings

Not king james, these were coke kings

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

You can't get at me, i'm like helm's deep in lord of the rings.

And god blessed me with a lot of patience

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

But it never rings that old friends can die by drago

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo

Rap battle is for kings with some golden rings not for fouls who

My niggas'll probably clown me if i told 'em that i kissed you

Because now a nigga hot enough to fuck with one of satan' hoes

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

Walk on with your scars, don't turn around

Simple timing and found i can run rings round