This is a song about "Kane smith"

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

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

On some rakim, tribe, big, kane, pun, em, and pac shit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Once considered a rogue, i was chilling alone

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

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

The world looking out, they on the front row

Just like patty kane, i represent b lo

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Hard to move on when you always regret one