This is a song about "Not smartt"

Blacks, whites, and puerto rocs, poor or not,

He say, she say, oh my god

We're not acting violent in this game, we're not layin' threats,

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

The first to see you not,

And i don't make no bed rock

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

But it's not like that, but it's not like that, at all

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Figuratively, not literally

I'm not your nigga i'm not your buddy i'm not your homie, i just get on rap pad

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

An average citizen i think not

I don't need your girl. man i got a lot