This is a song about "Smith weston"

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

So many blessings while we stressing

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

My talent should take me places i've never been

You cowardly-hearted, you couldn't make it on your own

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

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

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

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

And really don't matter unless y'all coming with

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

The road to hell is paved with good intentions