This is a song about "Smith and wesson"

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

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

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

Baptized in eternal fire i'll shed so many tears

I want to fight the music on this one

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

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

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

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Felatio fetish, broads know me where i live

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection