This is a song about "Hunter smith"

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

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

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

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces