This is a song about "Tara smith"

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon

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

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

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own