This is a song about "Jayden smith"

I'm young, black, gifted, live my life on the run

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

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

Never agree with that message

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

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

I'm a force to be reckoned with

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

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

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

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