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

Flower bomb, can i blow up on your mind

One eye and i still aint half as blind

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

Aint no hills that can stop us from me caring still

But, still got a smiling face

Thinking of bliss and the good days

Pail if u still love money better prepaid your pall

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far

And he's not fucking working, i think i'm wasting my damn time

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

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

U betta be ready..cos i aint using no condom

She ever fuck around, she will make a nigga kill

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