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

My name's kingpin slim and i'mma son of a gun

We at the bar takin shots like bullets from smith and wesson

Look in the scope, my people still a target

As god as my witness, this will smith spit real shit

Fuck a smith an wesson

Something wicked this way come

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

I style on new york, pile up my fork

And listenin' to my kids questioning, wonderin' about where their momma is

Ill teach smith and wesson a lesson like freshmen with the lyrical bullets im blessed with

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

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

Enough swag to shoot adam and pimp slap eve

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave