This is a song about "Tara smith"

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Nerds are testing, hit 'em when i switch to smith and wesson,

And he tryna make it front row to the show to throw me one

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

She tried to call home mom dukes ain't care

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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

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

And anybody who plays sports, you know you got politics

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

It's time to turn the streets into a war zone

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

Now i move with aggression, use my mind as a weapon

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