This is a song about "Dale smith"

If footloose was a nascar driver, he'd be dale earnhardt

But more than not, and with prolly a whole lot less than the start

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

And they so strong they bustin out the flower pot

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

Fuck a smith an wesson

Can’t you see just how long my run

She never ready to go so she forever come

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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