This is a song about "Smith wesson"

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

And these artists don't need me they already rich

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

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

You must have won every pageant in america when you was young

I am not the only one

Fuck a smith an wesson

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish