This is a song about "Smith"

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

See i tried to spread the d, welcome to my run and gun

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

My talent should take me places i've never been

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

Trigger being pulled, niggers in a ditch

I’m a king to these niggas, love a queen, fuck the bitches

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

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

And i'm blowing up like bitches we went to school with

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

Listen close just in case she don’t know my intentions

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Because we're rappin' tighter, don't need a smith and wesson,

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

All my homies in this thang wish a nigga would