This is a song about "Will smith"

Get my taste from all of my bitches

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

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

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

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

I tacked, now my eyes bare they aren't john smith blank stares,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

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

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

Its so simple to see things from a genius perspective

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

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

Until the buzz go away lets have a little fun