This is a song about "Brendan smith"

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Welcome to hell, niggasi rock bad bitches

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

So now she picks up the gun

Fuck a smith an wesson

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

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

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would