This is a song about "Desk smash"

Drinking straight from the keg record on my desk

For four hundred plus yearsyou should be scared

My laptop just laying on my desk, wondering what's gonna' happen next

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

We finna smash you into the curb nigga

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

I'm a genius, a mothafuckin pop smash

Little light in the ass

Smash them like some window glass

Till the lights will smash and go dim,

Oh, you look like my next victim

Bangin' my face on my desk like i'm takin' a test and i'm blankin' on basically every question

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

Smash hits i'll mash with i'm coming to take your assets,