This is a song about "Spread a smile"

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

I have a lot to hide, including my smile

Just to see, these metaphors spread a course like mustard seeds

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Ma got thick thighs and a beautiful smile

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

I might just, spread like virus, the lyrics will cause a crisis,

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Get it suitcase? not funny, but a smile on the face

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

Spread the slush, paper thin, "ouch a paper cut" oozing a lot-a blood

If this was a game, i would be considered a mothafuckin' legend

People say smile toward the bad, my humor's giving me a tumor.

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her

Might as well get it off yo’ chest

A mile wide, smile while i vent