This is a song about "Sean smith"

Lower than my credit score

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

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

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Remember when me and sean d had that fight

But this card i'm trickin' with got no limit right

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

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

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

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

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence