This is a song about "Tara smith"

Stealin' phones to call home but the line is off the hook

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

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

I know i ain’t perfect, i’m out here working for the throne

This shit get critical, always gotta get different one

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

But i don't trust anybody, yeah no one

I make songs about shit for attention

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Fuck a smith an wesson

Cold world no blanket son

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

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