This is a song about "Smokes"

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

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

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks