This is a song about "Austin smith"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And i don't rely on no bitches

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

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

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

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

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

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

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

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

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from