This is a song about "Mr smith"

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Aka mr. louisiana.

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

So mr. rebel manages a hell evasion

Mr. prezy, where head be

Dc, man over money

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

The emergency room, gettin stitches

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

I'ma go getter, money mr. dealer,

Listen to every word that i slur