This is a song about "Smith wesson"

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

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

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

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Picture that, best rapper since lil wayne in classes

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

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions