This is a song about "Alex smith"

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

Double m self made we forever rich

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

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

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

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

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips