This is a song about "Jake smack my back"

In the back of a chevy that’s all black

Looking for cops behind my back

Inked up on my hands and arms, got them jams in my pocket

The only time i put my hand to you is to smack you with it

Here my dick go smack smack

I'm about to snap

How to top those words he spake, how am i gonna reach my idol, miller, jake?

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

Smack 'em out the park, delete their number, that's my last call

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball

Truly they would torture you, smack ya back to pakistan,

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

Just thanking the holy fatherhe made a star and shita youngin still ain't die

Laterphoenix and smack a bitch, leave a smoking craterthat white girl is my

My shoes black, slater back/

This is why her nigga mad