This is a song about "Smith and wesson"

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Fuck a smith an wesson

Fuck it, i'm done

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

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

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Grab a nigga and take me to heaven

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

Rolling in more green than a hole in one

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson