This is a song about "Karl marx"

I'm a little tipsy right now, imma spill more, from the same city as millard fillmore

Jealousy inside, make'em wish i diedoh my lord, tell me what i'm livin' for

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

The superhero with the karl malone tendons/

Notice it every time i pick up the microphone and spit

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