This is a song about "Steven smith"

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

I thought i was out atlanta, but god damn i'm outta space

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

See, women are the queens, and bitches just bitches

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

To worry about me and my bro steven

Uhh, got a hundred on the dash, young

Fuck a smith an wesson

Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there

I'm fresher than will smith walking through bel air.

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win