This is a song about "Smokes"

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

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

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Yeah, glitterati, big bodies and tall swings

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet