This is a song about "Sarah smith"

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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

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

And a finger in the middle that i leave em with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Sniffin cocaine like sarah palin

What up girl, tell me how you been