This is a song about "Steven smith"

And it weighs a ton

Marshall faulk, steven jackson

Born alone, work alone, die alone

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

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

Tryna make a difference where i'm from, where you live

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

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

I broke mama heart with no college

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith