This is a song about "Smokes"

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

I kill shows and bag more clothes

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

Thinkin' that daddy's just goin' out to get some of his smokes

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

For any emcee he or she, ill lite yall up like a pack of smokes oh please

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence