This is a song about "Frankie ross smith"

And she stripping, go to college

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Not to mention rick ross

Destined to win, get respect where i live

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

I wouldn't drop that much on rick ross or chris rock

I'm a fucking walking paradox, no i'm not

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Im the ross slayer my word is law i shock mayors