This is a song about "Smashing computers"

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

Verse one: 2paci take a shot of henessey now i'm strong enough to face the madness

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Now i'm diluted beyond the realm of computers,

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

You must be 99 because you know shit about computers

87, brick fare, yeah, i’m talking thirty racks

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

Of smashing brains in, my fucking pen and pad was anxious

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

If i don't diss another nigga you dont get that issue

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