This is a song about "Smitty"

Say goodbye to my gpa, but still i got time so i can't quit/

Now money is a service, but it's worthless, there's no purpose, shit,

Its absurd but im certain this person is lurking behind curtains

Loadin out with my rap service, let it out on the pad i make the whack versions

Sometimes my lyrics are hard to choose i'm like a women to shoes and purses,

As they juggle knives for a deadly purpose, entertaining service, recursive