This is a song about "Lynne smith"

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

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

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

That's making revenue of a name we cherish

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

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

So pun... it's no new shit and it ain't no fun

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

Yeah bitch this date's done

Fuck a smith an wesson