This is a song about "Smashing"

But fuck that, i live in the hood and we need y'all cats

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

All my peers doing years beyond drug dealinghow many caskets can we witness

Off of smashing the jack,i had yager we got back to bill's, cops looking for us

Cuz the way her eyes glance like they playing in my pants

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

But is it really cocky if you know that it's true

But back to you,i thought i was clear when i was smashing you

Rapping with a passion for smashing competing factions

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I'm smashing and slashing your face. what the fuck are you up to?

Shit you so bad know your daddy wish he could still spank you

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks