This is a song about "Smokes"

I'm in a rare breed, extraordinary league

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

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

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes