This is a song about "Bradley smith"

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

And she stripping, go to college

Fuck a smith an wesson

Something wicked this way come

Milton bradley monopoly keep your pieces copped

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

I say my prayers cause this life ain’t fair

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

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson