This is a song about "Matthew smith"

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

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

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Catch you up on places i've been

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

Talking ridiculous have mommas getting floral opinions

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

I got my wife, so fuck the ring