This is a song about "Will smith"

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

She's got me love stoned from everywhere

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

Two reflections into one

Fuck a smith an wesson

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Thug shit, i keep a beamed out fifth

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

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

I'm screaming "maybach!" til i'm rich

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