This is a song about "Aiden smith"

Gotcha lips baby while i pull your hair

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

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

I ride by bumping shine, i do just that

Better or worse, the center of attention

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

Fuck a smith an wesson

I'm a son of a gun

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

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

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses