This is a song about "Kyle smith"

Lying to yourself, all over an image

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

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

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

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from