This is a song about "Ricky smith"

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

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

And these artists don't need me they already rich

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

A lime to a lemon, remind you of the sky

And ricky took it through, the devil is a lie,

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

Winner of the tracks, ricky bobby

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

So the ones eye has freak don't run

One shot out of my new smith and wesson