This is a song about "Ryan smith"

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

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

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Crash and burn, ryan dunn

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

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

You never play with young boys cause they never private

When they here today what you say to them

Down the ryan, in a scion

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips