This is a song about "Stan smith"

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Any way you can

Fuck you coz i am stan

Okay you dancing drinking on your last one

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

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

Switch, a female dog with no raw, rich

And if i give it to you, don't you treat me like them bitches

You can read what i say on twitter, im the loud-mouth jaden smith

Body bad as hell, her vagina is heaven

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

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

I was born back, wolf pack, nigga fuck that