This is a song about "Hannah smith"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

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

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

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

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

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

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

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

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