This is a song about "Moly harris"

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

With a note there and im thinking of reading

Nigga there is a difference between bitches and real women

I hit these little bitches dirty like james harrison

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

I ain't hugging the corner, but i hustle so enormous

Yeah man rhyming all out like doctor suess and christopher wallace,

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

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

Look it something they can't ever see

Holes all in ya t-shit, call that holy moly

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Ay yo you wonder who i are

Or driver for fucking nascar