This is a song about "Brent smith"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

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

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

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

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

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

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

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