This is a song about "My yearbook covered with fakeass smiles"

We in control, the people know i speak the truth

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

Making a movie, spike work

And dip the mashed potato covered

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

Covered the room in splattered red,

I believe in converting smiles to frowns,

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

At the funeral smiles covered, their eyes flustered as the hearses cruised

And bijies like im out and

All my bikes are covered in rust,