This is a song about "Austin smith"

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

Believing the screens or anything there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

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

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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