This is a song about "Smart ways to live"

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

There's other ways, there's other things to talk about,

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

You don't got no hustle, now you think your words suppose to be smart?

Changing our ways to coincide with feds,

Looking for dangerously hot bitches and safe sex

I have no reason to live

She's flawless like some uncut ice

Grab that knife, go on a boulevard, kill every one there, and to be smart

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Well, you fucking up, and truthfully i had enough

But at least we're smart enough to wear a rubber "glove".

I was gonna start diggin' into these niggas chest, right

My placement's decaying, aching for ways to be fed tonight