This is a song about "Smoking kills"

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

Kept drinking, regret kept smoking.

See, it's something about commitment though

Standing on a plateau smoking indigo

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

I gotta feel alive even if it kills me promise to always give the real me

So here i am at the store for some chips

Rap skills when i cap kills like gangsters with nap pills

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Still i obeyed and prayed i wouldn't update my kills,

Death chills in my reflection, kills through my handshake.

Drink a fifth of hennessy and then take another fade

Cuz i get kills while you blow kids

While scheming on hits

Eight in the evening and we're up smoking

And getting money is the song i sing