This is a song about "Jayden smith"

Hot where i'm from, the newscasters don't come

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

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

I mean me is there, but it's like three there

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

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

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from