This is a song about "Treyvon smith"

I'm hearin' rumors so you need to switch

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

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

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

Bow our heads, say our grace, make it out the hood was amazing grace

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

From the d-town to the dmv, got all these bad bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

My heart too dark, i’m so gone, delete my phone

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options