This is a song about "Pat smith"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

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

Never agree with that message

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

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

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

If i ever hand you some weed, it's free, you don't owe me none

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

If you wanted a date, don't come

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Know what i do: manufacturing crack

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back