This is a song about "Smashing wickets"

You can produce those masterpieces,im smashing masters and visa's while you acting diva

Until they get the munchies and say "i want a dime" crazy ass you can't eat a

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

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

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

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

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

Smashing stereos and emcees, just bringing the facts/

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

Smashing glass pas' you fag and breaking bottles

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

If i could do it all again, have just one more chance

Rapping with a passion for smashing competing factions

Y'all always on that bs and ps i'm takin all things

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

Ay when we first met you was too tense for me to get through