This is a song about "Smooth and history"

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I'm not in my prime yet and you witnessing history

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Coughing up octane, slick and smooth tongs stained

And boastin cause i know this kid can't prove that his flow is smooth

My own worst enemy so fuck it either way i can't lose

Yeah, look here i pay dues

I'm not saying it'll be smooth

And the life i live is hell see, i never thought i'd see

But she'll always be a lesson and be marked in my history

We’re playing the game and saying names to make history,

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Got me counting my blessings, it took me a-d to see

Okay lets take a step back and look at my past history,

And put you back into your teacher’s room ‘cuz you’re history,

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry