This is a song about "Jaden smith"

I don't trust no one

Fuck a smith an wesson

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

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

Shit and run back to the lab, need assistance from

Late night to the early morn, i been such a rolling stone

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

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

They say, trojans never break but it ain't that

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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