This is a song about "Tobacco"

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

Ferrari mikes, bitch, i’m on my car show

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

She call me all the time, i ain't no regular joe

And only cheat on my broad if i run out of answers

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing

I spit raps like tobacco

My nigga for life though

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

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