This is a song about "Karl marx and adam smith"

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

But i'm good with a smith n wesson.

So i can write about my life of sina couple bottles of gin

Taught a lesson with a smith and wesson you're crying for protection

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

Pushing keys like them niggas that were banging on the keys

Had a conversation with adam and had intercourse with eve

Well, tyler, hi, i'm dr. tc, and um, i'm guessing

With a smith and wessen and your confessing

Fifty grand in my pants like ivy smith

I give you my heart just don’t break the shit to pieces

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork