This is a song about "Evan smith"

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

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

And when it come to tight games i'm o.t. with the bitches

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

When those trash bags middle initial was loyalty compare to yal backstabbing bitches.

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

Like wolverine stepson attacking a deadly weapon

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.