This is a song about "Paul smith"

Girl your body lookin’ like a fuckin’ pot of gold

Like chris paul with clips of all your bitches getting triple holed.

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

Henry ford, paul revere, i destroy

The world's too much for the soul to enjoy

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

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

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

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

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

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