This is a song about "Ricky smith"

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Stepping out fly shit, straight purple cloud shit

But here i am, ricky bobby, shake and bake it

No fucks given to any body ill be shaking and baking like ricky bobby

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

Cop me air ones, hon, lime and red

That's what ricky bobby said