This is a song about "Jack smith"

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I told him get his 9 and run

Fuck a smith an wesson

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Im bringing my jack kevorkian kit

For the next one to call me up talking that shit

And sipping the jack they pass

Gotta make that cash

They can't see me, i'm like the team that brought brett back

Everything's intact, amma king, your a jack.