This is a song about "Cody smith"

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Well baby bot there ain't no question

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

So get off that whip cody,

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

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

Fuck a smith an wesson

What up girl, tell me how you been