This is a song about "Pat smith"

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

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

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Can’t you see just how long my run

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Shades dark as fuck so all i see is black