This is a song about "Smokes to much"

Me so much that i'm torn to pieces

Yeah, that ain't you love, you can't fool love

But the battle ain't over till the black man sings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Done showed you to much skill damnit when i get to confessing,

Too much money to care

O.g. nikes, my shoes so rare

Huh, i can't interpret her

Ive got to much anger

Not much shit in this world to amuse

One time for the girls with the right shoes

It's too much work to put up with so much fake,

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

And i'm so fly i make some homebodies ?? leave the luggage

Still i'm treating women right, i never had to watch oprah much