This is a song about "Dale smith"

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

These hoes thuggin, these nigga's bitches don’t know the difference

She bend it over, make that thing look like a work of art

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

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

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

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

Steady reaching for the stars, but it's only one

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

Dale earnhardt of the trailer park, the white trash god

Hi my name is bob and i work at my job