This is a song about "Deaf sarah smith"

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

You can read what i say on twitter, im the loud-mouth jaden smith

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

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

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

That's flyer than a wrestler, you don't want to mess with

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

I stay making bread, i married sarah lee

Cause now it's on for you and me, all i can see

Debating is futile, don't believe me, ask sarah palin,

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

Because there ain't no coming back from that