This is a song about "Oliver moore"

Ain't no fairyou can stay longer

This is walter, fresh above the water

Girls fast how jamaicans run

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

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

Come on girl, close your eyes pretend that your home