This is a song about "Smith weston"

Soon as para finite will paralyze her existence

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

Fuck a smith an wesson

And it weighs a ton

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

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

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

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Even if i roll i'm a forever going to be home

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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