This is a song about "Dave smith"

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

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

Sipping moscato with models having exotic dishes

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

Til you realize that even dave letterman

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

But it was africa the continent we all came from

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

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun