This is a song about "Dave smith"

New soul verses the o.g. it seemed as a hit

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

So my name is dave f and let me burst upon the scene

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

Til you realize that even dave letterman

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

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

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

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches