This is a song about "Matthew smith"

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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

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

I date a white girl soundin' black on the phone

Who know this be the life that i really live

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

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

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

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

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

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

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