This is a song about "Sarah smith"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Debating is futile, don't believe me, ask sarah palin,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

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

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

I got my wife, so fuck the ring

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

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

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

Better or worse, the center of attention

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen