This is a song about "Emma smith"

So, they hate and they say

The best of the best, emma rae.

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

I don't care who exist, the exorcist moving bricks

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

And your girl's cousins tryna get her other options

Fuck a smith an wesson

Miami nights, ain't another one

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

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

Believing the screens or anything there

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

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

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

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

And my only fear's a wedding ring