This is a song about "Tobacco rush"

Witnessing what i did for d.c. though

I spit raps like tobacco

And if my record never break, i still won’t break my promise

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

To take all those wrongs and make them right

It's a rush when i feel her inside

Its that #ojkush make your head rush

Wood chain with a jesus

Yeah, maybach poetic genius

Trying to much like i'm in a rush

Those are not my dreams, i'll be straight

Head rush, dick hard, i cannot wait