This is a song about "Matthew smith"

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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

Got a fuckin' blog that needs a post? i can get it done

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

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

Some excedrinto get rid of conception

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Don't need no smith & wesson, got my fists for weapons

Stealing a clip for anyone squealing they lips

And you call this shit rape but i think that rape's fun

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

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

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits

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