This is a song about "Lynne smith"

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

It's fucking immaculate, the way your daughter smacking dicks

So the ones eye has freak don't run

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

And you acting grown, doggy you ain't back at home

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

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

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

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

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says