This is a song about "Aero smith"

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

For all the wrong i did , just as a kid. fuck it , a sinful life is what i live.

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

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

I broke mama heart with no college

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

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been