This is a song about "Erin schmidt"

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

In this life you dead wrong or ain't living right

When the thunder we muster has cleared and dried/

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

And the dirty ladera, i can't forget where i came from

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

They couldn't find or muster the right words to use

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Can’t you see just how long my run

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

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

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.