This is a song about "Matt smith"

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

I’ll catch my breath a little, money alright where i’m from

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

I like it cause she a ten, but she say i'm the one

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

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

Fuck, condom pocket, luckily, i brought one

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Thats my surroundings in compton, have common sense

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Better or worse, the center of attention

In the caravan with some latin bitches

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

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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