This is a song about "Dave smith"

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

But i don't got the steak for y'all dishes

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

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

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

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Why me, i say it cause we number one

You gotta chill bitch, you're wilder than will smith

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches