This is a song about "Hunter smith"

You know if you was harder than me then you'd be lead

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

I want to fight the music on this one

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

They napped and slept on me, man, i hate black

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

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

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

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Like a hunter killing a moose in the wild

Thank god for the free thinkers, for you keep me in mind