This is a song about "Talking smack"

Smack yo ass with a pistol,

Baby girl my stroke official

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Smack ya with a mannequin, smack ya with your aspirin

My name is timb aka thomas crown

Im laying the smack down

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

That was my adrenaline talking

Creatin you own coffin quit all the talking

Stand for something or die in the morning

Smack a bong, rip the gong

'til it's like a mile long

Like any girl walking down your hallway hearing smack smack.

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

Smack you bitch that’s your fee

I’m tryna be low key