This is a song about "Jamie smith"

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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

Cut the commercial, he be texting all the side bitches

The open with nowhere to hide no jamie foxx law abiding citizen.

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Watch as i transform, jamie lanister form and slay the king,

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,