This is a song about "Dale smith"

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

I know they pay me too much of attention

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

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

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

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Nascar’s on bitch, i’m the rap version of dale earnhardt

Breaking so many laws, waking up in the dark