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

She keep her eyes open and her fucking mouth closed

It used to be all about "west coast vs east coast"//

I like the way they dribble up and down the court

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

That's why i get cut like i don't fuck with the coach knees

See their parents were drug addicts, not adam and eve,

Cold world no blanket son

Fuck a smith an wesson

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Maserati’s my birthright car, pass it, i need another hit

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

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Before we see it's hard to live

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith