This is a song about "Alex smith"

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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

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

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

So i threw it in a rap so i'd remember that

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

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson