This is a song about "Ian smith"

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

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

The dilemma is, you think i got no conscience

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

And all these peasant motherfuckers take shots at the throne

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

You can read what i say on twitter, im the loud-mouth jaden smith

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live