This is a song about "Charlie smith"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But i wasn't that clean i was more like charlie

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

I win every battle like charlie sheen

Never mind that's just twitch stealing lines line charlie sheen ho

And name another new nigga wit a sicker twitter follow

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen