This is a song about "Aiden smith"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

My side is all riders and your side dont buy tickets

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

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

Fuck a video vixen, they got vicious intentions

I'm definitely in a class of my own

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

Miami nights, ain't another one

Fuck a smith an wesson

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

All up in my jeans and i'm gunna' hit her with that

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