This is a song about "Emma smith"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

She was so stuck, a fool in love with the wrong thing

She got grove st. on replay

The best of the best, emma rae.

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks