This is a song about "Brandon smith"

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

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

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

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

Corvette so clean you'll think bruce springsteen rid that

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live