This is a song about "Smith and wesson"

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

And fuckers know my story, and now i pack the wesson,

Baby, just come close, let me play in your hair

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Telling me shutup, i’m leaving youthe reason you ain’t even got one

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

My entendres be tumblin’ while you niggas lack balance

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