This is a song about "Pat smith"

Cause i'm ill bitch, they couldn’t make a pill for the rap

Give poor pay-less pat a habitat with a thermostat

Keep talking, get you snatched for that scratch, clapped with the mac

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

But what we did was found our niche and made a stitch

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

I need something to hold fuck that passive aggression

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

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

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with

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