This is a song about "Sean smith"

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Make them more insecure when they caught one

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run

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

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

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

Then the world ain't no trick no more

Big sean-bootie hi the floor

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

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

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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