This is a song about "Emma smith"

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

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

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

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

Put them out randomly hopin' that i get some

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