This is a song about "Lynne smith"

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

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

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

Ambition mixing liquor with life's lemons

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Fuck a smith an wesson

But that’s just life, where i’m from

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

They vaguely decipher my language

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression