This is a song about "That smile girl"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Looking down at the wild child that is so sad seen him smile spidey sensing

That white girl is my cater

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

I understand that it's hard to smile through hell

And girl stayed back, she prayed that

May just gon' bring hobo back

That a girl really wanted

Rack, rack city shit

Oops, i'm so sorry

The one girl that loved me

They label me a backpackin' nigga on fashion

Cuz he notices that nobody will smile at him