This is a song about "Anton smith"

So my armor, can strengthen

Fuck a smith an wesson

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

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

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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