This is a song about "Smokes"

So i guess that's where i hide my things

Gun smokes in rings, graveyards is buried with kings

Packed together like my sister's smokes,

If we ain't right and always at the throats

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

If you see a bad bitch in the passenger seat

Do it moderately, now everyone smokes weed,

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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