This is a song about "Adam smith"

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

Trying to give them light and a message

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one