This is a song about "Smith"

Nigga, i swear them lames ain’t know how to prepare

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

If guns is for pussies i'd still pull out that smith and wesson

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

Perfect 10 and lord knows that i need one

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

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

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

Fuck a smith an wesson

I don't fiend for beef: i eat bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith