This is a song about "Smith"

I don't give a fuck either like father, like son, i'm done

We dont die, starin down the barrel of a smith & wesson

Will smith is the nigga, but what the fuck is up with those kids

And we don't fucking make horrorcore, you fucking idiots

Yeah, waiting for a change to come

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

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

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

And these artists don't need me they already rich

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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