This is a song about "Aero smith"

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

Makin niggas die witnessin' breathless imperfections

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

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

That we’ve been confined to, so the corporate won’t make decisions

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

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

My drive is like no one

Fuck a smith an wesson

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich

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

Bring the battering ram where you live

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith