This is a song about "Jayden smith"

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Call levi's we can see about the home cook

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

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

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

No girlfriends, i know a lot of bitches

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

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

Why me, i say it cause we number one

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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