This is a song about "Smooth criminal"

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

Get on stage smooth, the get-up dapper

You can bring your crew motherfucker

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Coughing up octane, slick and smooth tongs stained

But, shorty i'm far from a saint

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Celebratin', pop a cork sip that smooth champagne

It's like my lawyer know black magic, black rabbit

Trapfather always smooth don't gotta floor it

When i'm through, i'll show you what flows smooth

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Criminal paving these streets

And she throws up whatever she eats

I'm just sayin' the truth, when i spit i speak smooth

Yeah, i got the flow that they know is the truth