This is a song about "Smack her"

Got police chasen meto my niggas from old blocks

Black sneakers. black tops. talking smack while the smack drops

Baby i am professional

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

For everything i lost tell em i want it all back

Back onto the track, these punks always would talk smack

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

No magic out the hattell baby bye bye, i'm never coming back

So sit in your place and stop talking smack

I'm a rare rat that be hunted by the super cat

I pack a lip, smack a bitch, tackle her and crack her ribs

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Like any girl walking down your hallway hearing smack smack.

Every visit to neimans, i swear don't even see a tag

All i want is you baby

Smack you bitch that’s your fee