This is a song about "Smith"

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

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

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

But you been looking for love in all the wrong places

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would

Fuck a smith an wesson

So keep fronting till my peeps come

I'm catching myself depositing these feelings she withdraw from

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

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

Everybody seems to misread every sentence

My talent should take me places i've never been

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection