This is a song about "Pretty smile"

Run for cover and return fire

But even when i see you smile,

That ain't really my style

Only time that i love to smile

And smile at each other's eyes

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

I'm still, just like a kid, lookin for stripes on my belt

That's probably pretty difficult to comprehend

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

I'm really pretty i'm a singer

Pretty girls/ practically swirls and curls

Penncounting pennys over tha years

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

Looking at the pretty smile, that cleans my soul from all the bad ways

Vijay singh and all of them

And smile all of a sudden