This is a song about "Chandanie smith"

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

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

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

I got bars u lil niggas sell ring

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

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

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

Yeah i ain't done

Fuck a smith an wesson

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection