This is a song about "Wills smith"

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

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Call me hannibal smith, but you are trying to save this disgraced face.

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

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

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

Your dad's purple heart now hangs over his ashes

Quick to socializing with the baddest bitches

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

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

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

And i've been uplifting the people i'm with