This is a song about "Smith and wesson"

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

Now the army suit's cute with my chocolate airs

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

New rolls royce, royce, yeah i'm all that

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

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

Fuck a smith an wesson

Cold world no blanket son

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

With a smith and wessen and your confessing