This is a song about "Harry smith hagget"

Fuck a smith an wesson

I'm a son of a gun

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Who know this be the life that i really live

Now i got em on they toes cause my flow hotter

His glasses are broken sorry harry potter

Ain't no skipper but all my bitches is ginger hair

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

A couple milli in the bag and my face good

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

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

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Miami nights, ain't another one