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

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

Luda moved digits after he moved bitches

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

And, yup, i gave lyrics a reason to want to live

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

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

Adam eve, devil god

That means i have no block

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

Like adam and eve from god's path you're lost

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

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

Listen here, i ain't lookin for no tears

Make them more insecure when they caught one

One shot out of my new smith and wesson