This is a song about "Pat smith"

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

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

Give poor pay-less pat a habitat with a thermostat

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

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

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

You can read what i say on twitter, im the loud-mouth jaden smith

Do you think you'll ever get to the point where you can live

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Which is the root of all negative

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