This is a song about "Big smith"

And me? i'm fresh prince, i'm will smith to the hood.

We was loonie i suppose, you could

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

In this cold world, it's all about collection

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

I eat big. i dream big. i need big

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

You know that love is a very serious thing

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

You worthless kid. nigga don't deserve to live

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

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

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

Hop off my dick and make a fucking sandwich