This is a song about "Pat smith"

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

I'm a word smith, but the lines are blurred bitch

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Severed the clocks hand and pat myself on the back!

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

I hit your block and we can box for fun

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Get the scoop on the cologne, belt, and shoe section

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

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

Beat it up and leave faster than the rocket engine

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good

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

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

Plus she outrun any youngin that i've hung with