This is a song about "Daniel smith"

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

I want to fight the music on this one

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

I need a sip just to calm myself from this arrested shit i plead the fifth

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

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

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

They left daniel alone to fight with the lions

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

You got a baby boy or girl in there

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

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

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

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