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

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

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

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

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

My talent should take me places i've never been

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

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

At the tender age of 12, and you feel that no one cares

One shot out of my new smith and wesson

Me and my microphone could be one

Women'll sell they soul just to buy some attention

This track rips, a smith and wesson is my protection

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

So here i am at the store for some chips