This is a song about "Brendan smith"

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

Inhibitions is gone, she just want to be known

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

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

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

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

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

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Gift and a curse, the center of attention