This is a song about "Tara smith"

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

The real muscle in the message of that

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

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

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

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

Fuck 2dopeboyz, all them niggas bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb