This is a song about "Smokes"

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

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

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

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league