This is a song about "Will smith"

You know i got that soul like i'm bessie smith.

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

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

If i had a life jacket cause i'm not that dumb

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

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

So many blessings while we stressing

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

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

Somethin that cant be helped, we need new leaders to guide them towards the positive

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

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

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns