This is a song about "Adam smith"

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

We ain't buying cds, we striving to live

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

But you ain't never pleased, maybe you should leave

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

And don’t offer least of shit to these people’s opinions