This is a song about "Jamie smith"

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Here’s a tissue for you bitches

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

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Spanglish, taylor, jamie, my ranking and yugioh trading cards

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention