This is a song about "Austin smith"

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

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

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

Like a czar,like austin powers im feeling randy and carlcee,other then them

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

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

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue