This is a song about "Hannah smith"

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

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

My fists are weapons, don't need the smith and wesson,

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

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

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

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

On the sizzle, p90kill yourself like you're in college

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

The road to hell is paved with good intentions

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

The world should turn as soon as my records spin