This is a song about "Smashing furniture"

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

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

Catch you up on places i've been

Smashing geeks with passion

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

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

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

You got me in a trance, please take off your pants

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

That’s the same block metta world peace learned to play ball

My room is empty no furniture and no decor

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

But every nigga who can read gotta get his issue