This is a song about "Kevin smith"

As kevin federlines,you just saying whatever rhymes and im better times

Bet they on my dick tonight, all my women fly as shit, why your bitches scared of heights

It's hard for kevin and confessing the truth to get along

Throw her slightly to the right, so dyke i'm kinda wrong

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

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

Kevin wish he could to heaven, i'm just guessing

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

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