This is a song about "Matt smith"

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

And getting money is the song i sing

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Make them more insecure when they caught one

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

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

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

I hit your block and we can box for fun

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

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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