This is a song about "Rachel smith"

There's no answer for it, these rhetorical lyrics

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

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Odd future leaving even niggas in past tense

I was so young, raised in the streets of fort smith, homegrown

And one day you're gone grow to be a rolling stone

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

In the caravan with some latin bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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