This is a song about "Smoke tricks"

They could never understand

Tricks fast get past the bloody mask

I said believe in your dreams

Tricks keep the stuff and hate creeps

From blunt smoke to gun smoke

My balance be so tight rope

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

The jiggas and the tips

I walk around understanding the politics

And i came up quick, watched how it worked, learned the block tricks

"forgive my past tricks?" i won't bury the hatchet,

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Or do i zing u four door thunder solace tricks

Y'all can't stick to no g code

Im spittin fire you blowin smoke