This is a song about "Still smiling cuzz u aint shitt"

We be in the party like we own that bar

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

And u aint even an ordinary child...u r marvelously gay

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

U still think why u dont have any fan

But let me inspire someone who can

U aint never heard of me

So give it baby

Too busy trying to dig a hole in your jeansnow it seems, it's check out time

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

And u aint a stage artist. ...bt u still have to hold my black mic

Shakin' like it's parkinsons from the clitoris of kelly clarkson's dick

Thats why u behind u still the right on the hill...

I like my glasses filled, as if it has to spill