This is a song about "Dylan smith"

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

But i'm sorry for the damage i have done

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

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

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

Then the blood drip on the floor poison pieces

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun

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

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

We gonna ball all year, nigga know that

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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