This is a song about "Lynne smith"

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

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

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

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some