This is a song about "Ozzie smith"

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

Cuz bitches can manipulate in several different ways

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

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

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

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

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

Say hi , but don't forget i also said bye god damn your thigh my tounge is