This is a song about "Aero smith"

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Can’t you see just how long my run

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

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

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Fuck a smith an wesson

On the bible you can run