This is a song about "Brandon smith"

Years back you believed that the world was fair

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

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

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

Uhh, so why ain't i go to college

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

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson