This is a song about "Ian smith"

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

Bout to plan a 211, murder your partner he'll meet you in heaven

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

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

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

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

So next time i come, i'll bring you one

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

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

We sometimes acknowledge the beat as from

I call that insecure, sh-sh-shawty think she all that

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