This is a song about "Smoke tricks"

Ya beggin for a smoke

I'm off the wrong road

Always on time bout to clock tricks,

Just another product of this matrix

Or do i zing u four door thunder solace tricks

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Poor, uneducated whites, they get the blunt of the tricks,

For honey, i will live, be a father for the kids

I got many chicks, blue and black penny kicks

Clutch her jeans while she kicks, osama asked for my tricks.

I'll kill mc's with a magician's list of tricks up my sleeve.

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

She my billie jean we menage with mary jane

I'll fuck up more tricks than a crack-addicted david blaine,

These ain't tricks up my sleeve,

Cause there'll never be peace