This is a song about "Hunter smith"

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

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

Generate lines hunter? fuck that!

The bummer is the fact that i'm black

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

This for my niggas hustlin until they last minute

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

Rozay in effect, know how to make her wet

Im a head hunter with targets on every head

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

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

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense