This is a song about "Lynne smith"

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

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

And aye ya yai dun had some bad bitches

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

I keep it funky with my misses, fuck these other bitches

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

Booger bear, i'll have you up in hooker gear, i swear

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

The road to hell is paved with good intentions