This is a song about "Sam smith"

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Fuck a smith an wesson

See, i'm second to no one

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

When the depth chart came, there was no me there

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

Pay me taxes, like uncle sam/

Whether it's a beat or a scam

Even uncle sam agrees.

So if you wanna leave

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

And this will be the song that we sing

With a smith and wessen and your confessing