This is a song about "Pat smith"

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

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

And we ride rotten, 2 choppers found dirty sirens

Like my old prom suit that i wore with the tag

You get a thumbs up, pat on the back

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

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

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

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

It’s a fucking celebration, bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

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

I bet they thought they'd never see a big gone good