This is a song about "Tobacco"

Your toes and your thighs shakingi eat it upshe said i'm ready to fuck

Walk outside grab out a tobacco lined cigarette, and light it up,

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

Told my niggas, aye i'm finna put the ville on the map

I spit raps like tobacco

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

This just ain't no song shit, do this for my city joe