This is a song about "Caleb murray"

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

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

You jennifer love hewitt and bitch

And all that time with your friends put my momentum on decline

My bars are magical like jesus turnin water to wine

In my search for fame will i change? i'm askin

My nigga conrad murray just balled on him

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

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

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

My mind chills, i sip red wine, but cheap kinds, i'm still broke,

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection