This is a song about "Alex smith"

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Make them more insecure when they caught one

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

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

I ain't really into sports, that's just where i'm from

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

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