This is a song about "Claire smith"

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

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

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

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

I broke mama heart with no college

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

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

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share