This is a song about "Smooth jazz"

I could destroy an entire village when i kill and bury

A smooth operator operating correctly,

Crucifix pieces, necklace with jesus

The games up, phony, you ain't smooth to fake us

Raz, fuck jazz, this is rap, increase the bass/

Private plane tsa can kiss my ass

Dripping cold blood like the winter, the summer

Smooth like butter, till you start to stutter

Coughing up octane, slick and smooth tongs stained

And i feared that my fans say i failed

Soothing jazz juxtaposing the pizzazz of this room/

Made some moves, now i'm known to spit december in june

And i’m talkin, passenger action

Her body felt smooth as he dug the knife in

You dont know the half of the fraction smooth no traction

Forever blastin'bitches ain't ready for this thug passion