This is a song about "Call of duty smack talk"

Here my dick go smack smack

Top dropped down, black on black

I'm tired of them talking smack on my track.

Shit, that birkin bag make the old dude mad

I'mma sip moscato and you gon' lose them pants

Buildin' tracks snappin', smack you with a sack of facts

About disaster in the world and

Smack you bitch with the back of my hand,

Roll it up and ensure that everything's fat

Like who said they’ll always have my back, let no one talk smack,

But in real life they eyes is on your moneysee the enemies will say they true

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

And i'm smack you if call me sissy and if you think i'm a cry baby

Plus she's glad for the little things she hasand over there there's a lady

Fuck i'll smack a bitch, half of this rappin' shit ain't happening,

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring