This is a song about "Tobacco rush"

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Get you high, keep it on the low

I spit raps like tobacco

I'm tyler, mr. green hat, pro-abortion anti-clean rap

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

I subdue then crush my enemies then pursue to rush entity's

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

Cause i dont rush into shit.

Or let the mob handle that

They love to start beef just for an adreniline rush

Dinner time she bring a friend, write my shit so vicious

Hitting amputees in the knees, jesus

I feel like my life was in too much of a rush

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth