This is a song about "Corey smith"

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

First off congratulations on the win

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

This boy met world like corey did

To mcs that don't rhyme good

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson