This is a song about "Adam smith vs carl marx"

I wanted the money and never the fame

No bitch ( carl c ) don't rap a dame

Why me, i say it cause we number one

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

That i'm sharing in the force with the cyclops staring

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

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

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Seems either love or hatred/ nah more like its tension vs patience

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

If you thought it, it better be what you want

Swag-er. this is a mixtape about... nothing. not on drugs

Its like segregation when its stoners vs products

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

I fire off like terrorist turrets,with opponents i vs.,