This is a song about "Jayden smith"

The capital punishment, the loud police sirens

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Stackin my chicken, braggin to the bitches

Moms really getting mad when i call you that

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

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

But that’s just life, where i’m from

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

A bunch of temptation facing when your wife ain’t there

She like, girl you wrong running away from home

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