This is a song about "Ozzie smith"

Two reflections into one

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

Convertible coupe, bitches scream when they tops split

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

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

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

Something wicked this way come

Fuck a smith an wesson

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

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