This is a song about "Kaden smith"

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

The way they hit her i just stop and stare

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

Now y’all better leave me alone, got license for my chrome

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson

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

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

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

Just a place that they can come

Fuck a smith an wesson

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Not concerned with most rappers me i'm a king

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith