This is a song about "Matt smith"

And getting money is the song i sing

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

Fuck a smith an wesson

Higher power where these verses from

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

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

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions