This is a song about "Smack that"

And they say i'm over heads cuz they don't understand... that

That smack i hated that i knew it was a trap.

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Friends that stab in the back instead of slapping n' smack

See, mel made a couple milli sellin’ jesus passion

Smack ya with a mannequin, smack ya with your aspirin

With stacked rhymes that smack minds right back into last night

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad

Like any girl walking down your hallway hearing smack smack.

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

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

So sit in your place and stop talking smack

This shit's smack who you kiddin'?

Stand up misses i love your ambition