This is a song about "Tobacco"

Me i'm like a young simba i can't wait to be the king

Taste my lines, now you addicted, tobacco chewing

I spit raps like tobacco

She probably had a reason though

Usually it's the prophets, ask a cat what really matters

I hang with a bunch of hippies and wacky tobacco planters

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

Do anything for a g while we smoke that green tobacco

Got some ill gold, diamonds thats still low

To become a pimp, no drugs or tobacco

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

Fuck all the faculty, tobacco-packing acrobat

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

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck