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

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

So if i do call it's just a check

Vs me taking a step

The way i blow up, the vs just soars

I love women, air max's and liquor stores

Hey, tell me why my hands start sweating

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

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

You're like the sun and winter, my pot of gold

Think you're fresh? talk to will smith. i've rocked these hills since

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Cause your shine is somethin' like a mirror

Justin vs. a noob, wow what a weird mixture