This is a song about "Mrs smith"

I'm feeling like the realest little nigga in this business

You got bitches? think you wishes cuz i'm seeing glitches of mrs

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

I can't take a big l, my city needs me, i gotta win

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

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

Senor bout to catch me being late come on mrs roberts cant the attendance wait

Im quiet but dont make no mistakes, fuck with me, ill stick you with this blade.

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I don't trust no one

Fuck a smith an wesson

The people scared of annihilation when kingdom come

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