This is a song about "Big smith"

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Slaughterhouse, big sean, and big smalls,

Black fours red drop head doors

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

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

Real enough to admit i listen to people's opinions

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

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

I'm finna break this blunt down and burn me up one

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