This is a song about "Smokes"

But this ain't physics or rocket science

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

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

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Umm, this lane is open if, if you need