This is a song about "Jayson smith"

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

Be that day to remember trying to chance their perception

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

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

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

Just put on one of me or big sean's cds and roll me some

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

Ya weed quiet, you broke, y’all eaten lean pockets

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Lying to yourself, all over an image

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