This is a song about "Paul smith"

Life’s a bitch and i feel her

Thought the paul walker disses were over

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

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

I put my head on the table an sacrificed it all, just to be kicked down infront of them all,

Looked at her number and gave her a call she picked up and i said hey its paul,

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

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from