This is a song about "Ralph smith"

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

A few niggas talk but they do without knowledge

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

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

I just bask in the moment, give my passion to no one

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs