This is a song about "Emma smith"

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Everybody finger point in your direction

If you're messin' with miss emma you're gonna get deader than thomas edison

I set goals, take control, drink out my own bottlesi make mistakes but learn from every one

I'll roundhouse you into a fucking basket

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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

I'm gon' make a pretty big sandwich

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

For the outlawz, here we come

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

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns