This is a song about "Will smith"

So if it comes down, may the best man win

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

Like a condom that's scuffed up, i'm the wrong one to fuck with

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

Bet your bottom dollar before i'm done

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

Long before i knew the significance of a comb

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

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

Like oh, when i see himi live a landslide occur when deers run