This is a song about "Smiles"

Alot of your smiles are not even accounted for

Sabotage, i love how you keep coming back for more

I make my old bitch buy me all the latest shoes

Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if god choose,

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

At the funeral smiles covered, their eyes flustered as the hearses cruised

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Miles away but you got no smiles

Oaktown still in the motherfuckin house

I believe in converting smiles to frowns,

I believe in converting smiles to frowns,

My bitch: she educated, walking college grounds

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

What goes up must come down, there'll be smiles there'll be frowns

Smiling silly smiles stricken down the silent wall

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