This is a song about "Smith weston"

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

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

Gift and a curse, the center of attention

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

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

I lost my connection with a brethren

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Who know this be the life that i really live

I broke mama heart with no college

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

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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun