This is a song about "Ralph smith"

She glammed up behind that eyeliner i know there's tears

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

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

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

Never agree with that message

Fuck a smith an wesson

On the bible you can run

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Her man face turnin green like his name was ralph nader