This is a song about "Treyvon smith"

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

You can read what i say on twitter, im the loud-mouth jaden smith

And i know you lookin at me like you don't speak english

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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

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

We never tattle, let god handle that

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

I’m so 100 with every nigga i run with

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

And my only fear's a wedding ring