This is a song about "Smith"

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

Another ratchet got dumped, in the trashcan i ain't done

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

And if loving her is wrong then i just know i won't see heaven

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

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

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

Proud of it all defensive fuck i'm rocking alone

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

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

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

He's in it for the sportrunnin circles round his

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

Blewin' some reefer in my zone like a 2-3 defense

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

With a smith and wessen and your confessing