This is a song about "Wills smith"

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

Without her making attempts to garner all of my attention

Then sip on this remy til they turn me up some

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

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

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Welcome to my diary, stressing got me gray hairs

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

She's on my line like i'm fishing i got that

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

Cold, my style making my nose run

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

Y’all rambling, talking shit to these bitches

Okay i'm trying to hit, something's just gotta give

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