This is a song about "Cole smith"

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

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

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

And if ya want ya rap career to blow we'll change ya name to j. cole,

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

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

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection