This is a song about "Smokes"

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

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

No matter how low you go you're not lowlyand i, hear that you made a few enemies

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

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

I'm throwing them rocks back, with the fury of bullets

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet