This is a song about "Steven smith"

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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

Make them more insecure when they caught one

To worry about me and my bro steven

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

That's food for thought you muthafuckas can do the dishes

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Now you gotta make it easy for me don't run

And last but not least please don't tell no one

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

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

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich