This is a song about "Ozzie smith"

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

Keanu reeves, they tell me i’m the one

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

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

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

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

Can't be positive, when the ghetto's where you live

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

So tell me i ain't shit, go and embellish it a bit

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

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win