This is a song about "Thomas canning and jessica smith"

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

Im killin you with rhymes fuck the weapons no need for smith and wesson,

Raised in this whirlwindour childhood years, recall the tears: heart laced with venom

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

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

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

Love lockdown like i am some sort of faggot

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