This is a song about "Smashing wickets"

I'm challenger smashing, fracturing your amateur stature

We gotta search our soul to find out, what we're after

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

Rapping with a passion for smashing competing factions

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

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

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

But it won't make no difference when i rip this verse and collaborate tonight/ and uh

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

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

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

How i'm like bobby deniro, joe pesc and them cats

With passion, thrashing at trash and laughing, smashing fags

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

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