This is a song about "Turner smith"

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

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

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

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

And to pretend as if 2pac is not these dudes intentions

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

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

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