This is a song about "Fake smiles"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

End these weak niggas like a mofuckin' friday

I feel the smiles i used to give dwindling everyday,

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

All you niggas dead , dead fake

I believe in converting smiles to frowns,

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

So grab ya friends and let's take ya back to my house

I believe in converting smiles to frowns,

You can think i'm a fake,

If i die before i wake

All these fake smiles cause my heart a little pain

Man in the mirror, i can’t get my shot again

I rip smiles off rappers keeping them still like loaf.

I'm chasing money, not the liquor, y'all ain't even close