This is a song about "Jamie smith"

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

Least we forget about jamie

And niggas flashing crazy

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

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

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

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

Streets is calling square niggas leave a message

I can say ghettoest ‘cause i come from where metal spit

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

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,

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

One shot out of my new smith and wesson