This is a song about "He smiles"

He wonders why he even tries, why is he wasting his time?

Remember when i used to call you on your phone line

Hundred racks of hundreds in the stash house

I believe in converting smiles to frowns,

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

What goes up must come down, there'll be smiles there'll be frowns

Basic hoes? toss em out, can’t even get waffle house

Im sexing her bodyim gonna make her crawl

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

She sing, model, and dance, but can't sit still

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will