This is a song about "Dylan smith"

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

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

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Which is the root of all negative

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one