This is a song about "Will smith"

Where i'm from is a circus hope you don’t expect a fair one

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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Before we see it's hard to live

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

This ain't mine, it's ricky, but shhh don't tell my bitches

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

You can read what i say on twitter, im the loud-mouth jaden smith

You better get her, i'm totally into my zone

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

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

It ain't my place to say and i hear all that

So my armor, can strengthen

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

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