This is a song about "Tara smith"

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

My talent should take me places i've never been

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Bamas surprised, deprived from attention

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

I told him get his 9 and run

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

Say what you want i'm immature like roger go home

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

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some