This is a song about "Brendan smith"

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

You can read what i say on twitter, im the loud-mouth jaden smith

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

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

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Fuck a smith an wesson

They'll have to rename this one

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing