This is a song about "Tobacco installed into a humans lip"

Franky lymon the lime light gets old

Put her into a sleeper hold,

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

But i apologize for not walking you around

I'ma bust open your lip make you look like a sad clown

Ain't nothing here minimal

Rumple paper into a bundle,

Backwoods don’t do papers, that was just for my haters

Made humans hope for the day they'll be carried on a hearse

Us humans in general

A criminal grind mean hustle

Your eyes like a maze i look into/

Don't fuck around and make it true

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

The roc to allido, they all believe me though