This is a song about "Jr smith"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

What up girl, tell me how you been

Fuck a smith an wesson

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection