This is a song about "Adam smith and karl marx"

Karl malone called her a little mexican, but he never won a chip

I don't respect no brain unless we talkin' that saliva spit

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

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

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

Like a monica skinded with a madonna spirit

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

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

I swear my peoples keep a strapped like pinky in the movies

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

That’s what i was sent out to be, log out bitch go beg any witch, sit down and wish

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

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

The look of no hope on my niggas' faces