This is a song about "Gun smith"

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

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

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

You talkin bout toting that gun

Electric chair i don't deserve the fun

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

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

Fucking with ricky got me working relentless in sessions

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

Grab my knife and my gun

He’s tha only one

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun