This is a song about "Matthew smith"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

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

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

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

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