This is a song about "Hunter smith"

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Never bad-handing nothing, therefore i grind

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Sippy cup full of whip creamed hot chocolate

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

And if you're the 'king of the jungle', i'm the monarch hunter from hell,

And she ain't gay, but the only thing she like is fucking chanel

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

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done