This is a song about "Joseph smith"

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Too much on my plate joseph fuck you

I guarantee our change whatever we go through

Joseph called me a faggot but it aint true

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Shout my nigga lucifer, shout my nigga joseph

I hit your block and we can box for fun

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

I know they pay me too much of attention

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

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

With some lesbians that don't know english

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

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